The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 558 Too Sour

Maybe he thought of his wife, Wang Yan. After all, Wang Yan had already returned to his hometown, and it seemed that he would take time to call home.

Seeing that Ding Xiaojun was stunned, the chief of staff at the side stopped his chopsticks, turned around, and looked at Ding Xiaojun: "Xiao Ding, why don't you eat? Don't be dazed, eat first."

"Okay, thank you Chief of Staff, I'll eat right away."

After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he went to pick up a piece of vegetable, but before he brought it to his mouth, he felt a fishy smell rising in his throat.

He quickly threw the chopsticks and the dishes into the bowl, turned his body to one side, turned his face to the side, bent his head, and covered his mouth with his hands.

"Xiao Ding, are you feeling unwell?" The chief of staff stood up and put his hand on Ding Xiaojun's shoulder.

Other people on the table also stopped their chopsticks and turned their gazes to Ding Xiaojun who was bending his head.

Ding Xiaojun opened his hand slightly, and saw that there were some bloodshot mixed with black blood clots in the palm of his hand. He closed his hand again, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, raised his head, and smiled slightly.

"It's okay, I'm fine, it's just that I felt like sneezing just now."

As Ding Xiaojun said, his bloody hand quietly reached into his pocket, wiped it in the pocket, and then pulled it out again.

"Xiao Ding, are you really okay?" Liu Jiang asked uneasy.

"It's okay, it's really okay." Ding Xiaojun said with a smile, picked up the chopsticks again, picked up the vegetables in the bowl, and put them in his mouth.

"It's really fine, let's eat, eat." Ding Xiaojun tried his best to cover up his problem with his own words.

"Eat, eat, it's nothing." The chief of staff greeted.

Ding Xiaojun ate his meal without changing his face, but various thoughts had already arisen in his heart.

"It seems that during the second physical examination of recruits, I will also go for a physical examination to check my body." Ding Xiaojun thought in his heart, this is not the first time he vomits blood, and it must be something wrong with his body problem.

At this time, Shi Meng stood up: "I also made some soup for you, now I will serve it out."

"Mr. Shi, you sit down, I'll serve it." Xiaoqian, the driver sitting next to Shi Meng, dropped the chopsticks in his hand, got up and went straight to the kitchen before he could swallow the food in his mouth.

Shi Meng glanced at Xiaoqian's back, and sat down again.

"Here we come, soup is here." Xiaoqian walked over with a plate and stood in front of the table. At this time, the young driver quickly made a move and picked up the empty dish in the middle of the table before Ding Xiaojun reached out. Dumpling bowl.

As soon as there was space in the middle, Xiaoqian put down the soup basin in his hand and said at the same time: "Everyone, why don't I share it with everyone."

"Come on, Xiaoqian, serve Chief Engineer Shi first." Liu Jiang directly took Shi Meng's bowl and handed it to the driver Xiaoqian.

Everyone handed over their bowls one after another. Finally, Ding Xiaojun also handed over Xiaoqian's bowl. Xiaoqian filled it up and returned to his seat.

Ding Xiaojun approached the bowl, took a small mouthful, and then looked at Shi Meng with a distorted expression.

"Xiao Ding, what's the matter?" Shi Meng Ding Xiaojun looked at him and asked involuntarily.

Before Ding Xiaojun could answer, the chief of staff next to him also picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup. As soon as he swallowed it, the chief of staff's expression changed instantly.

"Mr. Shi, how much vinegar did you put in, it's too sour."

"I didn't put too much, I also put it according to the ratio of making sour soup at home in the past." Shi Meng replied with a shameful face.

"Are you so exaggerated? I'll try it." Liu Jiang said, taking a big mouthful of the sour soup bowl in front of him.

"The taste is just right, not so sour." Liu Jiang pouted, looked at Ding Xiaojun and the chief of staff and said.

Well, this time, everyone understood that the sour soup made by Liu Jiang's family is so sour, and they have long been used to it.

"Is it really sour?" Seeing the unexpected gaze cast by the chief of staff, Liu Jiang asked again uncertainly.

"Sour, really sour." The chief of staff replied.

"Oh, you can't eat too sour. In fact, isn't this for your consideration? Dumplings are so hard to digest. Give your soup a little sour, it will help you digest it." Liu Jiang's words can be regarded as stone Dreaming of looking for a step down, what my wife makes, as long as it suits my taste, as for others, I really don't care.

At this time, Ding Xiaojun suddenly had a feeling, as if something was surging up again. He thought that it might be another surge of blood, so without thinking about it, he picked up the sour soup bowl in front of him and swallowed it down.

"Look, you can learn from Xiaoding's arrogance." Liu Jiang was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his palm, pointed at Ding Xiaojun and said to the chief of staff.

Feeling depressed, Ding Xiaojun only felt that the upwelling in his stomach became heavier, and he hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"Xiao Ding, isn't it very appetizing, come and tell them." Liu Jiang said, also picked up the soup in front of him, and swallowed down.

The rising feeling in his stomach was finally suppressed, and Ding Xiaojun looked at Liu Jiang: "It's sour, it's too sour, the sour stomach is about to twitch."

"Forget it, don't drink it, I'm going to dilute it for you."

As a woman, Shi Meng's skin was a bit thin after all. She stood up, intending to bring the sour soup back to the kitchen, and then return to the stove and add some water.

The chief of staff hurriedly waved his hand, the soup was already full, we still had to be careful about how Shi Meng felt, whether it was sour or not, it didn't matter at this time, at least we couldn't embarrass Shi Meng too much.

Having said that, the acid is a bit sour, but it is not enough to drink it.

The chief of staff looked desperate, picked up the bowl of sour soup and brought it close to his mouth, he hesitated for a moment.

"Fight." The chief of staff took a deep breath, and drank the sour soup in his bowl in one gulp.

"Stimulating, appetizing enough, really appetizing." The chief of staff said, swallowing twice, probably because his stomach was a little too rolling.

The other two drivers saw that the chief of staff had already drank, so they didn't say anything, and picked up the sour soup bowl in front of them, and they were bored.

The two drivers also covered their mouths, suppressing the pain in their stomachs.

"Isn't that right? Appetizing and good for the body." Liu Jiang said, turned to look at Shi Meng who was standing, and pulled her back to his position.

"You should eat and drink, don't worry about them, you should eat and talk first."

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The Rocket Soldier has written about it now, but it’s actually not easy to think about it. Xiao Hei insisted that he wrote documentary things, without changing the taste of it, without cheating, and without fantasy. Its original intention remains unchanged.

Secondly, everyone is worried that I will write the protagonist to death. This is really a lot of worry. The first-level sergeant major is still far away, and I will not cut it directly.

Here, thank you readers for your support.

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