I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Hearing the commotion, Chen Zhiyuan came over, pushed open the door, and was taken aback when he saw half a bed covered in medicine: "Lin Xiao? What are you doing here?"

"Company Commander Chen," Lin Xiao stood up, "I'm bringing Wu Hanfeng some essential medicines. The training in the training battalion is tough, and I'm worried he won't be able to handle it."

Chen Zhiyuan looked at the bed full of medicine, then at the empty food box next to him, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

He turned to look at Wu Hanfeng, his face full of helplessness: "Wu Hanfeng, Wu Hanfeng, I'm really impressed with you. You went to a training corps, and the cooks were giving you special meals, and the medical team was delivering medicine. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were going to the front lines."

Wu Hanfeng chuckled: "It's just that my friends are concerned."

"I'm concerned, but you also need to take it seriously." Chen Zhiyuan's joking expression turned serious. "The division's training team is not like our regiment; there are many more experts there, and the training is much stricter. Once you get there, don't always try to be clever; train diligently. If you feel unwell, speak up immediately; don't try to tough it out."

"I know, Lao Chen. Why are you just as long-winded as Lin Xiao?"

"You little brat!" Chen Zhiyuan said with a laugh, but he wasn't really angry.

Lin Xiao carefully packed the medicines into categories, gave a final instruction on usage and dosage, and then left with the empty medicine bags.

In the dormitory, Wu Hanfeng looked at the half-bed of medicine and the bag full of braised food, and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He enlisted four times, entering and leaving the army three times, and spent six years in this camp. He may have seemed to be just loafing around and wasting his time, but in reality, he built up genuine friendships.

Zhao Yihang came closer, looking at the backpack full of food and a bag of medicine, and said with longing, "Brother Feng, when will I be able to be like you, with acquaintances everywhere in the group?"

Wu Hanfeng patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "When you serve in the army four times and stay for six or seven years, you'll have the same treatment."

At noon sharp, the cafeteria opened for lunch.

The dark green long tables and benches were arranged in a neat square formation, and each class sat down according to their assigned roles.

The standard meals in ordinary companies are very uniform: two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a large soup.

The meat dishes were stewed chicken with potatoes and stir-fried cabbage with sliced ​​meat.

The vegetarian dishes are stir-fried romaine lettuce and hot and sour shredded potatoes.

The soup is tomato and egg drop soup.

It's not bad, but it's definitely not delicious either. It's just standard army stew, filling and goes well with rice. You'd eat it every day and it would be the same.

At the other platoons' dining tables, a soldier took a couple of bites of shredded potatoes, then slowed down as he chewed, his nose wrinkling unconsciously as he glanced sharply to the side.

"Smell it, what's that smell? It smells so good!"

A soldier who had just picked up a piece of chicken stopped when he heard this and sniffed.

A rich, irresistible aroma of soy sauce mixed with the scent of meat wafted from the diagonal front, carrying a hint of sweet and sour, and the mellow flavor of braised sauce, making one's mouth water.

Compared to the light and bland stewed chicken and potatoes in front of me, the taste in my mouth was instantly overwhelmed.

"Damn, where's that smell coming from?" The soldiers craned their necks to look. "Wait... did the mess hall add new dishes today? No, wait, we still have the same old things on our plates."

Several other new recruits nearby also stopped eating and looked over in the direction of the aroma.

Upon seeing this, everyone at the table was stunned.

The table diagonally in front of you by the window is the special operations squad's dining table.

Normally, they're no different from other classes, with the same plates and the same food, but today is different—

There were no stainless steel plates on the table at all; instead, there were six or seven large plates neatly stacked on top, some red and some green, all shiny and oily, making it hard to look away.

In the very center is a large plate of braised pork ribs, the ribs stewed until they are red and glossy, coated with plenty of sauce.

Next to it was a plate of cola chicken wings.

Next to it was a plate of braised beef, cut evenly with clear marbling, and thoroughly braised, accompanied by a dipping sauce.

There was also a plate of cold braised pork knuckle, with boneless pork knuckle meat cut into large slices and drizzled with garlic sauce and chili oil; it looked very chewy.

The vegetarian dishes weren't stir-fried romaine lettuce and shredded potatoes in a large pot; instead, they were stir-fried broccoli and water spinach with minced garlic, both with bright colors.

At the far end of the table, there was a large bottle of iced cola, with fine water droplets condensing on the bottle. In the cafeteria where everyone was eating mung bean soup, it looked out of place and stood out conspicuously.

Everyone at the table: "..."

"I...I didn't see wrong, did I?"

"Special operations squad... Is this some kind of special treat? Braised beef? Braised pork ribs? And iced cola?"

"Seriously? The army mess hall serves food like this? Their food allowance is higher than ours? Wait, aren't the food allowances the same for the whole regiment?"

"Damn, the mess hall is so biased!" an old soldier muttered in a low voice. "We eat stewed chicken and potatoes every day, but they have braised pork hock and beef every meal? Why? Just because they're a special operations squad?"

"Training is tough. I heard that you have to run two 10-kilometer runs a day, plus tactical and obstacle courses. You can't handle it without eating well."

"Can't handle it? Our infantry company's training isn't light either! Why don't you give us some braised beef?"

"I think it's blatant favoritism; isn't this obvious preferential treatment?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, or the company commander will yell at you again."

Putting aside whether it's offensive or not, the key point is that the smell is just too tempting.

The aromas of soy sauce, meat, and sweet and sour flavors wafted into my nose, instantly making the once delicious stew taste bland and tasteless.

All eyes in the canteen, intentionally or unintentionally, drifted toward the special operations squad's table. People slowed down their eating pace, taking a bite, glancing at the table, then taking another bite, and glancing at the table again.

The soldiers in the special operations squad were also a bit confused.

They had just finished training and rushed into the cafeteria covered in sweat. They thought they would get their food on trays as usual, but Wang Erniu led them directly to this table and said, "We've added some dishes for you today, eat as much as you want."

When a table full of fancy dishes was laid out, the young men's eyes lit up, but they were still a little hesitant.

After all, being in the cafeteria was such a stark contrast to other classes that it felt a bit embarrassing.

It wasn't until Wu Hanfeng pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of rib, and slowly nibbled on it that he finally understood.

"Hmm, Erniu's cooking skills are not bad, he's improved since last time."

Seeing that Wu Hanfeng had already started eating, Zhao Yihang and the others immediately stopped being polite.

But after only a couple of bites, I felt like everyone's eyes were scanning us from all directions, like searchlights.

Ma Teng whispered, "Brother Feng, why do I feel like... the whole cafeteria is staring at us?"

Wu Hanfeng glanced around and said indifferently, "Let them see. It's their business if they're envious. Let's eat our food. Hurry up and eat, or it'll get cold and won't taste good."

That's what they say, but the sheer scale of it was just too eye-catching.

Sure enough, within two minutes, a dark figure loomed over.

Chen Zhiyuan stood beside the table with a dark expression, holding an empty plate, his brows furrowed.

He was at the officers' table, about to start eating, when he heard the soldiers whispering that the special operations squad was having a special meal with a table full of fancy dishes.

He didn't believe it at first, but when he looked up, wow, there were braised pork ribs and braised beef, and even iced cola on the table. It was better than what he, the company commander, was eating.

Do not!

It should be said that they probably ate better than the division and regimental leaders, or even the army leaders!

Chen Zhiyuan got angry at that moment.

Military canteens emphasize uniform standards and equal treatment; any special treatment would be unacceptable.

That brat Wang Erniu actually dared to squander the troupe's food allowance?