I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Chen Zheng instinctively wanted to refuse, but then he thought, it's rare for a team member to volunteer, so let's do it!

Before long, the sound of chopping meat came from the kitchen.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"Eighty-one...eighty-two..."

Yao Yao wielded two kitchen knives that were bigger than her face, waving them up and down with both hands.

In the blink of an eye, the pork belly on the cutting board turned into puddles of minced meat.

The girl still had a sweet smile on her face, revealing two small dimples, and kept humming a nursery rhyme.

"Two tigers love to dance~ Little rabbit obediently pulls radishes~"

Boom!

With the final cut, the thick wooden cutting board cracked open.

Upon seeing this, Chen Zheng, who was standing at the door, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"I knew it."

"It's a bit unrealistic to expect a normal woman in Mulan."

Despite appearing to be the most delicate person, Yao Yao possesses a violent side.

It seems that after the New Year, we really need to pay more attention to some of the team members who we don't usually follow.

"Instructor! All done!" Yao Yao shoved the knife onto the cutting board, turned back with a smile, and said, "The meat filling will be so bouncy and delicious when chopped like this!"

Chen Zheng glanced at the pile of meat paste that was no longer fibrous, and nodded in approval.

"Alright, then put it in a bowl and put it in the refrigerator."

"Let's prepare the ingredients tonight, and tomorrow is Lunar New Year's Eve, so we'll make dumplings together!"

……

The next day was Lunar New Year's Eve.

In the cafeteria, several large round tables were pushed together, covered with flour, rolling pins, and several large bowls of fillings.

The atmosphere should have been joyous, but instead, everyone was gathered around a bowl of fillings, their expressions strange.

"Jiajia..."

Ram swallowed hard, pointed to a bowl of strangely pale purple minced meat, and asked, "Are you sure this stuff is edible?"

The filling was not only an eerie purple color, but it also emitted a herbal scent from time to time.

Song Jia, wearing an apron, smiled and said, "Superficial."

"This is my specially made medicinal filling, with more than 20 kinds of Chinese herbs, which can quickly replenish physical strength and repair muscle damage."

"and……"

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes and grinned mischievously, "I even added a little something energizing, guaranteeing you won't be sleepy while staying up tonight!"

Upon hearing this, everyone took a step back in unison.

"Never mind, I'm hungry, hurry up and wrap it!"

Guo Huaiying on the other side completely ignored the strange color.

She was holding a piece of dough in her left hand and chopsticks in her right. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, she quickly picked up a lump of raw meat filling and stuffed it into her mouth.

He swallowed it whole without even chewing it.

"Guo Huaiying!"

An Ran slapped her on the back. "That was raw! Is your stomach an incinerator? You dare to eat raw meat!"

Guo Huaiying puffed out her cheeks and mumbled an explanation: "Sister Anran, I was just trying some salty food..."

The former rolled his eyes in anger, and was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of Jiang Nan secretly pulling a small, dark cube out of his pocket, with two red and blue wires attached to it.

"Jiang Nan!!"

Before An Ran could move, Meng Yi had already drawn her bone knife.

Snapped!

The back of the knife struck Jiang Nan's hand precisely.

A miniature C4 model rolled into the pile of flour.

"Ouch!"

Jiang Nan covered her hand, looking aggrieved, and said, "You guys don't understand! These are called lucky dumplings! Whoever eats one will be next year's 'Explosion King'!"

"It's just a model, there's only a tiny bit... really just a tiny bit of gunpowder inside, it won't kill anyone..."

"That won't do either!"

Meng Yi sheathed her sword and stared coldly at her. "If you want to eat gunpowder, go outside. Don't waste food."

In an instant, the cafeteria was in complete chaos.

The table where Lamu and Shen Doudou sat was even worse.

These two have absolutely no artistic talent; the dumplings they made were a complete mess.

"Look! This round thing looks like a hand grenade, doesn't it?" Ram held up a dough ball with a smug look on his face.

Shen Doudou casually pinched a flat one: "Then this one of mine... is an anti-personnel mine."

"I think you two are like landmines."

Chen Zheng walked in at some point, still carrying that stainless steel thermos.

He looked at the dough balls on the table, some of which were either completely ruined or had been kneaded into a mess, and shook his head in disgust.

"I asked you to make dumplings, not to knead mud."

"Everyone, get out of the way and watch carefully."

As he spoke, Chen Zheng rolled up his sleeves, walked to the cutting board, and casually grabbed a sheet of dough.

With a touch of chopsticks, the meat filling is inserted into the wrapper.

Bring your hands together with your thumbs and forefingers touching, applying slight force.

One per second.

In the blink of an eye, a neat row of dumplings appeared on the cutting board, each one plump and round.

"Wow……"

A group of female soldiers stared in disbelief.

"So-called tactical skills are the absolute control of the body."

He patted the flour off his hands and said casually, "Killing someone requires efficiency, and making dumplings requires efficiency too."

"Any unnecessary movement is a waste of energy."

He turned his head and glanced at the crowd.

"You've learned it?"

"I've failed! I've failed!" Ram nodded frantically, her eyes losing their sparkle. "Instructor, I want to give birth to...give you a plate of dumplings!"

"Get lost."

Chen Zheng chuckled and scolded, then picked up his thermos again. "Hurry up and pack it, don't miss tonight's big meal."

……

New Year's Eve.

The cafeteria was steaming hot, and several large plates of freshly cooked dumplings were served.

The plump, white dumplings steamed in the dish, emitting a wonderful aroma.

But everyone's eyes were fixed on the plate of purple dumplings in the very center.

After being cooked, the purple color deepened, and it wouldn't look out of place in a Disney animation, in the witch's house.

"Come on, come on, don't be shy."

Song Jia greeted them warmly, "This is a limited edition, so act fast!"

The entire table fell silent.

Even Ram was focused on the cabbage and pork dumplings in front of her, not daring to lift her head even once.

Only Guo Huaiying.

She was closest to the purple dumplings, so she picked one up with her chopsticks and threw it into her mouth.

He swallowed it with a gulp.

Everyone at the table stopped eating and stared at her nervously.

One second, two seconds...

Guo Huaiying suddenly widened her eyes.

"Huaiying! What's wrong?!" Anran jumped up in fright. "Puke it up!"

"No...no..."

Guo Huaiying suddenly stood up, her whole body steaming. "Hot...so hot!"

"I feel so energetic! I want to exercise!"

After saying that, she pushed back her chair and lay down in the cafeteria aisle, frantically doing push-ups.

"one two three……"

Seeing this, Song Jia said with satisfaction, "See, I told you it would work! It's a pure natural stimulant with no side effects, it's just a little... hot."

Everyone: "..."

With this negative example, the plate of purple dumplings became completely useless.

Chen Zheng sat in the main seat, watching the group of female soldiers bickering and joking around, and surprisingly, he didn't say anything sarcastic.

He held up a disposable cup filled with Pepsi.

"Alright, stop it, everyone."