I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Wang Erniu!" Chen Zhiyuan slammed his plate on the corner of the table. "Explain yourself! What's going on here?"

Wang Erniu was standing by the table serving soup when he heard the sound. He quickly turned around and walked over with a smile: "Company Commander Chen, you've arrived! Please sit down, please sit down, have something to eat?"

"Don't give me that crap." Chen Zhiyuan's face darkened as he pointed at the table full of food. "I'm asking you, what's going on with all this food? The food allowance for the entire regiment is the same, so why does the special operations squad have so much extra food? And this cola, is it allowed to drink this in the army canteen during daily training?"

"Do you think this is some kind of restaurant? You can't just do whatever you want here! The regiment's food budget is for the entire regiment, not for you to use to curry favor!"

The surrounding tables fell silent, all turning to look in their direction.

Everyone was waiting to see Wang Erniu get a scolding.

After all, the company commander had spoken. If they put the label of "treating others as special" on him and reported it to the regimental headquarters, even if Wang Erniu wasn't from their third company, he would probably have to write a self-criticism.

But to everyone's surprise, Wang Erniu not only didn't panic, but scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly:

"Company Commander, don't worry, let me tell you."

"The special operations squad's meals are all prepared according to the standard, exactly the same as other squads, without taking up a single penny of the regiment's funds."

"Where did all this pork ribs, beef, and cola come from? Do you think I'm stupid? Everyone's daily food allowance is fixed! This one meal for them is equivalent to the food allowance for two classes!"

"I bought them all with my own money," Wang Erniu said. "Their special operations squad has intense training, and I figured he'd always been a bit weak, so he needed some extra nutrition. Anyway, I'm a second-term sergeant, I can't spend all my salary, so adding a couple of dishes for the brothers to improve their meals isn't against the rules, is it?"

Chen Zhiyuan: "..."

All the anger he had just mustered was instantly swallowed back down his throat.

They paid for the extra dishes for the class themselves, without using public funds or violating the food standards, so what can you say?

Why should he pay for extra food for his comrades?

That doesn't make sense.

After all, in the company's daily operations, these company commanders often used their own money to reward outstanding soldiers or squads.

Chen Zhiyuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

He came over aggressively to confront us, but now it seems like he's overreacting.

The soldiers eavesdropping nearby were dumbfounded.

"Holy crap, he's paying for it himself? Sergeant Wang is way too extravagant!"

"To help Wu Hanfeng recover, he spent his own money to buy a whole table of food? What kind of incredible camaraderie is this?"

"I'm so envious, I wish I had a head cook like that as my subordinate..."

Chen Zhiyuan stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay, creating an awkward situation.

At this moment, Wu Hanfeng finished gnawing on a piece of pork rib, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and looked up at him with a half-smile.

"Old Chen, what are you standing there for?" He tapped the table and pointed to the empty seat next to him. "We can't possibly finish all this food, and it would be a shame to waste it. Why don't you sit down and help us finish some?"

Chen Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat.

His gaze unconsciously swept over the plate of braised beef, then over the plate of braised pork ribs, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted.

The food in the Third Company was just so-so; we got tired of eating it every day. He knew Wang Erniu's cooking skills; he was the best cook in the whole regiment's mess hall. This table of hearty dishes smelled delicious.

But he's a company commander!

They were just righteously questioning me, and then they turned around and sat down to eat. That's so embarrassing!

"Nonsense!" Chen Zhiyuan said sternly, his neck stiff. "I'm the company commander, how can I eat at the same table as you? What kind of decorum is this!"

That's what he said, but his feet didn't move.

Wu Hanfeng laughed, picked up another piece of pork knuckle skin and put it in his mouth, saying slowly, "Alright, forget it then. I was saying this pork knuckle would be stewed until it was tender and melt in your mouth, and that's your favorite. Since you're not going to eat it, we'll just eat more. We can always throw away what we can't finish."

Pour it out?

Chen Zhiyuan's eyelids twitched.

Such a good pork knuckle, it's such a waste to throw it away!

He frowned repeatedly, his mind churning for a full three seconds, before finally letting out a heavy "humph".

"Why throw it away? The army values ​​every grain of rice. Is it right to throw away so much food?" He said, pulling out a chair and sitting down without hesitation. "Alright, I'll sit down and supervise you to finish eating. It's not that I'm greedy, but we can't waste food and affect the afternoon's training."

The soldiers eavesdropping at the surrounding tables: "..."

Goodness, we almost believed that excuse.

Even after sitting down, Chen Zhiyuan initially maintained the airs of a company commander.

Sitting upright, he slowly picked up his chopsticks, took a small piece of beef, chewed it carefully, nodded, and commented, "Hmm, the taste is alright, just the right amount of salt. Wang Erniu, your cooking skills haven't deteriorated."

The tone was as if a leader were inspecting work.

Wang Erniu quickly replied with a smile, "If Company Commander Chen likes it, then please eat more."

Wu Hanfeng suppressed a laugh but didn't call him out on it, continuing to gnaw on his ribs.

But as you eat it, the taste just doesn't feel right.

At first, Chen Zhiyuan took small bites, maintaining the decorum of a cadre, but as he ate, his chopsticks moved faster.

The airs of a company commander that he was just maintaining vanished without him noticing.

Getting really into the food, he rolled up the sleeves of his training uniform, grabbed a rib in one hand and started gnawing on it, while simultaneously gulping down a large mouthful of iced cola.

"belch--"

He let out a loud burp, which startled him for a moment. He then pretended to cough twice to cover it up and continued gnawing on the ribs without changing his expression.

The entire room fell silent for a few seconds.

The special operations squad was dumbfounded.

The way they eat is so bad, people would believe they haven't eaten in three days!

The veterans at the next table were also stunned.

"Holy crap... the company commander can eat way too!"

"Who was it that just now righteously declared that there should be no special treatment? Who said it was improper?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, saying no but doing things differently."

"Don't talk nonsense, the company commander is just worried about waste! Didn't you hear him? Make sure we finish our food!"

"Does oversight require someone to be so greasy they have to eat three bowls of rice in a row?"

Everyone was internally complaining, but no one dared to say it out loud.