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

An hour later, in the mess hall of the Southwest Military Region.

This victory celebration banquet was more like a large-scale spoils-dividing ceremony.

The chef, who always had a stern face, was asked to leave. A man wearing an apron around his waist and still holding a stainless steel thermos stood in front of the stove.

Chen Zheng stood in front of the stove, flipping the wok with one hand.

The iron pot seemed weightless in his hands as he casually toyed with it.

yah~

As the last drop of hot oil was poured over the scallions, the aroma instantly rose.

"The dishes are all ready, take them away."

He threw the pot on the stove, took off his apron, picked up his thermos, took a sip, and moistened his throat.

Guo Huaiying, who had been waiting nearby, stared wide-eyed.

Undeterred by the heat, she steadily lifted two enormous stainless steel trays with her calloused hands.

On the tray, the braised pork belly was a bright red color, the sweet and sour pork ribs were coated with sauce, the boiled fish was covered with chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, and the whole roasted chicken had a golden-brown skin that was still sizzling with oil.

All hearty dishes!

Pure calories, ultimate enjoyment.

"Wow!"

When Guo Huaiying brought the dishes to the table, the entire canteen erupted in cheers.

"Long live the drill instructors!"

These female soldiers, who usually wouldn't utter a sound even when rolling around in the mud, were now all teary-eyed.

Guo Huaiying was even more dramatic; she stared at the pot of braised pork, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I...I've never seen such beautiful meat in my life..."

"For this braised pork, I'd be willing to fight Ultraman, let alone the Phoenix Squad!"

Although Ram was also swallowing hard, she still retained a sliver of rationality.

She moved closer to Chen Zheng, scrutinizing her instructor with a suspicious look:

"Instructor, something's not right with your cooking."

"You're a marksman, a fierce fighter, and you can even give massages—we've all accepted that. But how come you're so good at cooking too?"

"Tell me honestly, have you ever received any further education before?"

Chen Zheng glanced at her, calmly unscrewed the thermos, and blew on the floating goji berries.

Having more skills is never a bad thing.

"It's just something I made quickly, barely edible."

In his previous life, when he was a special forces soldier, he once disguised himself as a chef.

To expose his lack of culinary skills, the government funded a crash course in cooking for him.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the dishes on the table, which were comparable to those served in a hotel, and the word "show-off" popped into their minds at the same time.

But the way he put on this show was so convincing that it left no room for argument.

"Alright, stop standing there."

Chen Zheng found a seat, tapped the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks, and said, "Eat quickly, it'll get fishy when it gets cold."

The moment the words were spoken, chaos erupted in the cafeteria.

Guo Huaiying had a chicken leg in her left hand, a piece of pork rib in her right hand, and braised pork stuffed in her mouth.

Even Jiang Nan and Song Jia, who are usually very particular about their image, couldn't care less about eating slowly at this moment. Their chopsticks flew around, leaving afterimages.

There were two exceptions.

One is Anran.

With her right arm in a thick cast and hanging in front of her chest, she could only awkwardly use her left hand to hold a spoon and try to scoop the meatballs from the plate.

Unfortunately, my left hand wouldn't cooperate; it slipped off every time I tried.

Just as she was getting a little discouraged and about to give up, a pair of chopsticks suddenly reached out, precisely picked up the unruly meatball, and put it into her bowl.

An Ran was taken aback, and when she looked up, she met Chen Zheng's calm gaze.

"How old are you? Do you still need someone to serve you meals?"

Chen Zheng was sharp-tongued, but his hands didn't stop; he picked up a few more pieces of boneless fish for her.

"You are what you eat, so eat more meat and get your bones to grow back quickly, so you won't have that sling hanging in front of me all the time, it's so annoying to look at."

An Ran's face immediately turned red.

She lowered her head, looking at the mountain of food piled up in her bowl, and couldn't help but smile. Her left hand, holding the spoon, was trembling slightly.

Just say you care...

"Hehehe..."

Not far away, a lewd laugh interrupted An Ran's thoughts.

Ram, Yao Yao, and the keyboard, the three gossip giants, had somehow gotten together and were eating while glancing this way with shifty eyes.

Did you see that?

Ram lowered his voice, looking mysterious, "The way the instructor picked up food just now, tsk tsk tsk..."

"More than that!"

Yao Yao chewed on her chopsticks, her eyes gleaming with delight. "Didn't you guys notice? The instructors were only putting bones and no thorns on the captain's food! That detail is just so endearing!"

Keyboard adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose:

"Based on my years of experience reading romance novels, this is not a simple camaraderie among soldiers."

"Especially the princess carry the instructor gave me just now in the stadium."

"It's confirmed! This is the legendary arrogant yet charming female captain! The hero-saves-the-damsel trope may be old, but it's just so sweet!"

The three of them talked louder and louder, and even started imagining what names the two would give their future child.

However, they were completely unaware that the atmosphere in the entire cafeteria was changing.

The previously noisy sounds of eating became quieter.

Guo Huaiying, who was stuffing herself with food, suddenly shivered, and even the braised pork in her mouth no longer tasted good.

A chilling aura was slowly rising from behind them.

"Oh?"

A soft voice suddenly sounded behind the three of them, "Go on, I'm listening."

"I think the name 'Chen Siran' is nice, although it's a bit cheesy..."

Ram blurted out a comment, then suddenly froze.

She mechanically turned her head.

Chen Zheng was standing behind them, holding a thermos in his hand, with his signature smile on his face.

"Teach...instructor..."

The chicken in Ram's hand fell onto the table, and she began to tremble.

Keyboard and Yao Yao immediately lowered their heads, wishing they could bury their heads in the rice bowl.

It’s over.

The person in question caught them red-handed.

Just when everyone thought Chen Zheng was about to lose his temper.

He pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the three of them.

"Actually, you guessed correctly."

ha?

Now it was Ram's and the others' turn to be dumbfounded.

No, you two are really talking?

Even An Ran, who was not far away, froze, her hand holding the spoon.

Chen Zheng put down his cup and sighed, "I am indeed... very concerned about An Ran's injuries."

Everyone held their breath.

Here it comes!

Is it finally time to confess?

Chen Zheng's gaze swept over everyone, and he slowly said:

"After all, she is a soldier I trained, and she is the face of Mulan."

"If my arm is ruined, I'll be the one who loses face when I go out."

"and……"

Chen Zheng suddenly changed the subject:

"There was an element of luck involved in our victory over Phoenix this time."

"I am very dissatisfied."

He stood up and looked down at the female soldiers who had just been shipping their favorite couples.

"Therefore, starting tomorrow, everyone will have extra training."

"Apart from An Ran recovering from her injury, everyone else will have their weight increased by five kilograms and their training time extended by two hours."

"There is only one goal: to surpass the Phoenix team's maximum training intensity in one month."

"Did you understand?"

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

A few seconds later.

"ah!!"

A chorus of groans erupted in the cafeteria.

"Instructor, are you a devil? You said this right after we finished eating!"

"I knew it! This braised pork was my last meal!"

"Waaaaah, give me back my feelings of being touched!"