The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 659 Rice Made into Rice Porridge

Seeing the two plates of rice noodles that the uncle was carrying, Ding Xiaojun hurried over and took them from the uncle's hand.

"Master, this is at least ten catties. I'll give it to you at the market price." Ding Xiaojun took out his wallet as he said.

The uncle stretched out his hand and blocked Ding Xiao's hand holding the wallet: "You see, you are being polite, aren't you? If you have a little food, you can still count it as money. Just eat it, don't mention any money or no money. .”

"How can this be possible." Ding Xiaojun said, and then gave the uncle money.

"Baby, you are raising money, I won't give you this rice noodle." The uncle made an angry look.

Seeing the uncle's expression, Ding Xiaojun had no choice but to pack the money back into his pocket.

"Is that right? When you come to the uncle's house, it's the same as your own house. Why don't you be polite. Think about it when you bought oil with an oil drum. At that time, you were much simpler than you are now. Look at you Now, it’s not as good as it was back then.” As the uncle said, he took his own bamboo hookah and began to clear the soot in the pot. Seeing this, Ding Xiaojun quickly took out his own cigarette from his pocket and put one on for the uncle. .

"Grandpa, you smoke this." Ding Xiaojun said, took the lighter again, and wanted to light a cigarette for the uncle.

The uncle took the cigarette, looked at it, and said, "A high-end product." After speaking, he put the cigarette in his mouth.

"It's not a very good cigarette." Ding Xiaojun said, and pressed the ignition button of the lighter, but unfortunately, there was nothing.

Ding Xiaojun pressed it twice again, but still nothing. Only then did he take the lighter back, looked at the bottom of the lighter, and found that there was no gas in the lighter.

"Your thing is unreliable." The uncle said, and took out a very old lighter from one of his cloth bags. It was a kind of lighter that Ding Xiaojun had seen when he was very young. The original kerosene lighter.

It's kind of very old, similar to the principle of Zippo, but not Zippo, not as noble as it.

The uncle turned the wheel on the lighter, and the sparks splashed, but it didn't catch on. The uncle played it twice more, and this time it finally caught on.

After lighting the cigarette, the uncle exhaled a puff and said, "This high-end product just isn't strong enough."

Ding Xiaojun smiled, it was difficult for him to answer this question, compared to his hookah, why is it not strong enough.

"Master, let's not smoke too much of these cigarettes, I will leave this to you." Ding Xiaojun said, and stuffed the pack of cigarettes with only a few cigarettes into the uncle's hand.

The uncle did not refuse, he picked up the cigarette and looked at it, and then put the cigarette case in his pocket.

"Then the uncle will not be polite to you." The uncle said with a smile.

"Master, then I'll go back." Ding Xiaojun also began to bid farewell to the uncle at this time.

"Let's go now, don't stay for a meal." The uncle said and stood up.

"Master, dozens of people in the army are waiting for me to go back, but they can't stay." Ding Xiaojun explained.

"Then you have to go back quickly, don't let people wait for you for too long." The uncle said, sending Ding Xiaojun away.

After walking out of the uncle's house, Ding Xiaojun stopped the uncle from continuing to send him off. He walked to the entrance of the village, turned around and waved to the uncle, then turned around and trotted back to the camp.

……

"Old man, you see that our rice noodles have been sent out. We don't have anything to eat here. Why don't we hurry up and make some now." At the door of the uncle's house, beside the uncle who watched Ding Xiaojun go away, the aunt appeared walked behind him and said.

At this time, Ding Xiaojun had gone far away. If he knew that the rice noodles he took away were the staple food of the uncle's house for a few days, then he would never take these rice noodles away.

"Do it now, it's a little late, don't bother too much, cook two corns, and you'll have a good meal." The uncle said, as if thinking of something, he quickly took off the food that he was holding in his mouth. Cigarette, bent down, carefully pressed the cigarette out on the ground, and carefully put away the small half of the cigarette butt.

"Oh, it was almost wasted."

"It's the season now. Whose land still has green baguettes? I think it's better to cook white rice and sprinkle some sugar. Fortunately, there is still a handful of white sugar at home. Next time I go to the market, you remember to buy it. Come back with two catties of sugar." After finishing speaking, the aunt turned around and walked into the courtyard.

"Old woman, wait a minute, look at what this is." The old man said, took out the half pack of cigarettes left by Ding Xiaojun, and shook it as if showing off.

……

Ding Xiaojun returned to the camp area, and was really heading for the cooking class. On the way, some students greeted him, but he just replied copiously.

When he arrived at the back kitchen of the cooking class, Song Zhigang turned to look at Ding Xiaojun with a complicated expression as soon as he entered.

"What's the matter, can't it be that the rice is spoiled?" Seeing Song Zhigang's expression, Ding Xiaojun felt that something was going to happen.

"It's not considered bad, you should take a look." Song Zhigang said, and opened the lid of the rice cooking pot.

Well, at this moment, Ding Xiaojun really knows that there will be no seconds. The troops only need to cook the rice lightly when making a big pot of rice. They can’t wait for the water to boil, then take out the rice and start steaming. Now, time It's been so long, and it's not steamed, so it's understandable.

Ding Xiaojun glanced into the pot, and it was indeed as he imagined.

"This is thick rice porridge, Lao Song, didn't I say, turn off the heat after light cooking?" Ding Xiaojun looked up at Song Zhigang and said.

Song Zhigang had a complex look on his face: "I'm afraid that the rice won't be cooked properly."

This made Ding Xiaojun really speechless, and he replied: "This can't be cooked in the first place, at most it's half-cooked. Have you never seen a cooking class cook?"

Song Zhigang muttered softly with some embarrassment: "I really haven't seen the cooking class cook. I'm saying, it's not so cooked, it's not that I can't eat it."

Of course Ding Xiaojun heard Song Zhigang's muttering. He thought for a while, and he couldn't blame Song Zhigang for not explaining clearly. Who would know that Song Zhigang really didn't know these basic knowledge.

"Okay, you're right, you can eat this too. Fortunately, I went down the mountain and got rice noodles. Otherwise, it would be really hard to get full with rice porridge and dumplings."

As Ding Xiaojun said, he put the rice noodles on the chopping board, then turned his head and waved to Song Zhigang: "Old Song, you can rest, I will make the rest by myself."

"Can you do it yourself? Do you really not need my help?" Song Zhigang asked uncertainly.

Ding Xiaojun said without turning his head: "No, I can handle it myself, you can go and do your work."

"Okay, then I'm going out." After Song Zhigang finished speaking, he turned and went out.

(End of this chapter)