He is two meters and five centimeters tall. Who made him a soldier?

Chapter 23 Making the Quilt (Part )
"Oh! Brother Long, I get it. Then the other side should be folded over in the same way, right?"

"Finally, fold the two sides together and it will become a perfect block of tofu!"

The new recruits in the same class weren't stupid either, and they immediately said they understood what to do.

"Well, it's almost there, but it will take some effort to fold it horizontally in the middle and pinch the edges and corners at the back."

"We also need to make an indentation in the middle, which will form the back wall of the quilt."

(Picture 1)

"Then we folded the quilt in half along the back wall, so that the tofu block had its initial outline."

"The last step is trimming. We follow the line and pinch it out with our hands."

“In the end, it turned into a perfect block of tofu!”

(Picture 2)

"I got it in my head! I'm going to try it right away!"

"Me too! I feel very strong now. I'm already the master of stacking tofu cubes!"

"Hurry! My little quilt! Let me, your brother, take good care of you!"

After seeing the tofu blocks folded by Lu Qinglong himself, the new recruits suddenly felt that they could do it too!

Everyone excitedly started to fold their own military blankets.

However, this enthusiasm only lasted for less than five minutes, because they found that what they stacked was completely different from what Lu Qinglong had stacked.

"No, Brother Long, do you have any secret recipe to teach us? Why is it that when I fold it, it still looks like a cannon?"

"Yes, Brother Long, I got it in my head, but I can't use my hands! No matter how I fold it, I can't get the desired effect."

The recruits returned to the central open space with frustrated expressions, trying to learn something from Lu Qinglong that they had not learned just now.

However, Xue Daochao, who was standing next to him, had already folded his quilt neatly.

He had already opened up a very obvious gap with the other recruits, and all this was thanks to Lu Qinglong who helped him press the quilt hard at the beginning.

Ji Baichang was so regretful. If he had known earlier, he would have let Lu Qinglong use his own quilt, so that he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to press the cotton here.

"Xue Daochao is really good. He spreads the quilt directly on the ground without even thinking it's dirty."

Ji Baichang shook his head. Xue Daochao saw it more clearly than him. This guy’s IQ was definitely not lower than his!
"There's really no shortcut. You should compact the cotton inside the quilt first. Only after it's compacted will the quilt be easier to fold."

Lu Qinglong explained patiently.

"Okay then, Brother Long."

The recruits had no choice but to turn around, take apart their quilts again, and then carefully begin to compact the cotton inside the quilts with small stools.

After a while, squad leader Chen Ting returned to the classroom. Seeing the recruits trying hard to hold down their quilts, he didn't say anything. He just sat back on the bed, picked up his cell phone and started playing with it.

When Lu Qinglong passed by, he accidentally glanced at the mobile phone of squad leader Chen Ting. It seemed that the interface on the phone was Pinduoduo, and he was buying some children's toys.

The recruits spent the entire morning folding their blankets until lunch time.

It seemed that the kitchen staff knew that a monster had arrived who could eat half a company's worth of lunch in one meal, so they doubled the portion and made a lot more.

"Squad leader, can I get a plate of rice directly?"

Lu Qinglong stared at him with his big, Caroline eyes, blinked twice, and looked at the attendant.

The duty officer's mouth twitched, and he nodded stiffly:
"Come on, eat. There's a lot of food in the kitchen, enough for you."

"Okay! Thank you, monitor!"

Lu Qinglong was so happy, holding a large iron plate of white rice in one hand and a large iron basin filled with various stewed vegetables in the other.

He happily sat back in his seat. "He took away the entire plate of rice that usually only 30 people eat. Can he really eat that much?"

The attendant was a little puzzled, and finally turned his gaze directly to Lu Qinglong.

After Lu Qinglong sat down, he put a plate of rice on the table. With his other hands, he grabbed the large iron basin of stew and poured the stew in the basin onto the rice.

The corners of his mouth moved, as if he was mumbling something:
"Soul juice! Pour it here~"

The stew, along with the steaming sauce, is evenly spread over the rice.

The officer on duty then saw that Lu Qinglong opened his bloody mouth, used the normal recruits' meal plate as a spoon, and began to scoop a large piece of white rice with sauce and put it into his mouth.

The sight of him eating with such relish made the attendant swallow his saliva.

Moreover, his eating speed was quite terrifying. One bite of his was equivalent to ten bites of other recruits.

"Class 5, get some food."

"Report."

The duty officer had just asked the new recruits of Class 5 to get up and get their meals when Lu Qinglong's voice suddenly rang out.

"what happened?"

The attendant turned his head and looked at Lu Qinglong, only to see that he had eaten up all the rice and stew on the large iron plate without knowing when.

"Squad leader, can I have another plate? I'm already 60% full."

Lu Qinglong said honestly.

Although he looked honest, his eyes were fixed on the plate of rice behind the attendant.

"Um...then wait until everyone has finished eating. If you're hungry, you can eat some more."

The staff on duty didn't know what to say.

No matter how much Lu Qinglong eats, he has to wait until everyone has finished eating before going to get food.

Otherwise, he would have eaten up everyone else's food before others got theirs.

This is somewhat inappropriate.

"Okay monitor."

Lu Qinglong nodded and waited patiently until the last ten classes had finished their meals before he stood up and ate all the dishes on the central dining table.

"Comfortable."

Lu Qinglong burped, took the large iron plate with his food on it to the faucet at the back of the cafeteria, washed it simply, and walked into the kitchen.

There were several corporal veterans in the kitchen squad. They sat together, playing with their phones and complaining:
"What kind of weird things do you think this company is doing? We cooked so much this morning that it's almost enough for two companies to eat."

"He ended up coming over to us halfway through his meal, complaining that it wasn't enough, and took all our buns away."

"If that's all, why are you asking us to cook more food at noon? Isn't this increasing our workload?"

"Yeah! I can't figure it out either. Is this company crazy? They even said they have new soldiers to eat. It's really weird that we cook so much and it's not enough?!"

The group of veterans in the kitchen team were a makeshift team made up of veterans that the various battalions did not want to train.

They just want to muddle through every day and are dissatisfied with the sudden increase in workload.

"It's okay. I've already talked to the officer on duty and asked the new recruit who loves to eat to wash the big plate and bring it to us. I want to see what kind of a piece of meat he is! He can eat so much!"

One of the veterans cursed.

(End of this chapter)