The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 436 Added Sour Soup
"Old woman, change me to a bigger bowl, the smaller bowl is not enough." The old man said to Zhang Ning's mother who was about to fill his own soup.

"It's about you."

Zhang Ning's mother glared at the old man. After saying this, she put down the small bowl, went to fetch a large bowl, and brought a bottle of vinegar.

"You need to add more vinegar, your flatulence is not light." Zhang Ning's mother looked at Ding Xiaojun who was rubbing his belly, and poured some more vinegar into his sour soup bowl, and then poured it into the big bowl He ordered the soup and handed it to the old man.

"Mom, where's mine?" Zhang Ning said involuntarily as he looked at his mother who had filled the old man's soup and then turned back to the kitchen.

Zhang Ning's mother turned her head and said with a bad face: "How grown up are you, you don't have hands, you can't hold it by yourself."

"I..." Zhang Ning felt wronged, as if he had been hurt so much.

Wang Zhiyong next to him didn't say anything, he stood up, picked up his own bowl, took a spoon to fill a bowl for himself, and turned his eyes to Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning glanced at the old man's face, and waved to Wang Zhiyong: "I'll do it myself."

Ding Xiaojun picked up the bowl and wanted to take a sip of the soup. As soon as he got close to the bowl, a pungent sour smell came up. The soup in his bowl was too strong because vinegar was added later.

Ding Xiaojun put down the bowl again, looked at the bowl containing the sour soup, with an imperceptible sadness on his face.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you drink?" The old man looked at Ding Xiaojun's face and asked with concern.

"No, no." Ding Xiaojun looked at the sour soup in front of him again, took a small spoon from the side of a dish on the table, scooped up a small spoon of sour soup, held his breath, and put it into his mouth After swallowing it, Ding Xiaojun's face became a little distorted.

Sour, it's so sour, it's so sour that it makes your teeth soft.

"What's the matter, is it hard to swallow?" Zhang Ning next to him said, moved the bowl to his mouth, took a small mouthful carefully, moved his mouth babble, and looked at it for no reason. Ding Xiaojun.

"It tastes really good?" Zhang Ning said, gulping down the sour soup in the bowl.

Ding Xiaojun glanced at Zhang Ning, and thought, yours is just right, but I added vinegar, can it be the same, but seeing the concerned look of the old man opposite, Ding Xiaojun still held back, twisted his face, and held back Covering his stomach, he picked up the sour soup in front of him with one hand, and brought it close to his mouth, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and almost poured the sour soup in the bowl into his mouth.

Ding Xiaojun endured it. He knew that he had to drink it no matter what. The more sour it was, the less harm it would do to him. For him now, it was enough to drink it down. His stomach was already swollen and uncomfortable. If he didn't force himself to digest it, he would have to spend the whole night in pain, and he wouldn't even think about resting well.

"It's really sour."

Ding Xiaojun resisted the feeling of vomiting, twisted his face, squeezed his eyes and said something.

The sour soup with added vinegar was indeed too sour. The strong taste stimulated his nerves, making his whole body feel like sour convulsions.

"I think it's just right, can't you eat sour food?" Wang Zhiyong sipped some soup, looked at Ding Xiaojun and said.

"That's because your ingredients are not enough." Ding Xiaojun said, took the bottle of vinegar, and poured it directly into Wang Zhiyong's bowl when Wang Zhiyong was defenseless.

"Try it now." Ding Xiaojun put down the bottle of vinegar and looked at Wang Zhiyong gloatingly.

Zhang Ning doesn't dare to make jokes, after all, Zhang Ning has a high position, the most important thing is that the two haven't gotten to know each other enough to make jokes, but Wang Zhiyong is different, Wang Zhiyong himself likes to joke with others, and Ding Xiaojun once suspected that However, a person who likes to joke like this should be a person who is not rigorous, how can he become a key engineer.

But later Ding Xiaojun got in touch with Wang Zhiyong more, and he understood that Wang Zhiyong is a person who is very good at self-mediation. He is extremely serious and serious in his work, and when the pressure at work is high, he spends time outside of work. I joke with anyone here to decompress and relax myself.

"You..." Wang Zhiyong couldn't help but twitched his face when he saw Ding Xiaojun's expression that he didn't want to be beaten. He knew that his sour soup was hard to eat. It was still far away, and there was a pungent sour smell coming from it. , one's own sense of taste and smell naturally reacted with resistance.

The old man looked at the two people who were playing, and couldn't help smiling. Even Zhang Ning had a deep smile on his face when he saw the two people playing.

"Don't waste it. It's not easy for my mother to make soup." Zhang Ning said with a smile to Wang Zhiyong as if he also wanted to see Wang Zhiyong's joke.

Wang Zhiyong's face twitched, and finally followed Ding Xiaojun's example, resisting nausea, and swallowed the sour soup in the bowl in one gulp.

"It's so sour, it's like drinking vinegar directly." Wang Zhiyong rolled his eyes and shrank his neck. Just after he finished speaking, a strong sense of stimulation surged up, and he quickly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

"Hahaha!" Seeing Wang Zhiyong's expression, Zhang Ning couldn't help laughing. Seeing Zhang Ning's expression, the old man couldn't help grinning too, picked up the spoon in the soup pot, and scooped up a large spoonful of sour soup Poured into the bowl in front of Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning saw his old man serving soup for himself, and his laughter froze there. He seemed to realize that it was not good, and quickly stretched out the bowl in his hand, and at the same time, the old man also stretched out his hand to hold the vinegar bottle .

Zhang Ningqiang got the bowl first, with a smug expression on his face, he looked at his old man like a victorious general.

The old man was stunned suddenly, looking behind Zhang Ning, Ding Xiaojun, Wang Zhiyong, and Zhang Ning saw the old man's expression, thinking that the old man had seen something special, so the three turned their heads almost simultaneously and subconsciously.

And at the moment when the three of them turned their heads, the old man smiled, as if some conspiracy had succeeded, he quickly moved the vinegar bottle in his hand to Zhang Ning's soup bowl, and poured it into Zhang Ning's bowl Added a lot of vinegar.

The three who turned around didn't find anything, so they turned back again, and the old man put down the bottle of vinegar in his hand as if nothing had happened, and looked away peacefully, not looking at the expressions of the three.

The three of them all realized that they had fallen into the old man's trap, and subconsciously looked at the bowls in front of them. Except for Zhang Ning, Ding Xiaojun and Wang Zhiyong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after watching it.

(End of this chapter)