My squad leader My squad Chapter 10???? We were squatting, sitting, and standing in a mess, sucking on rice noodles, chewing canned beef and pork, wiping the oil from our mouths onto our hands, then licking the oil from our hands back into our mouths. Sometimes we had to pull out whole leaves of vegetables from our mouths, which had been torn apart by hand and gone straight down our throats, but because we were eating too quickly and hadn't chewed them thoroughly, we had to pull them back up from our throats and do it all over again.

  "Are you saying no rust?"

  "White radish is fine! It's just too salty!"

  He was afraid that Mí Lóng would hear. Among us, the most elegant eater is Mí Lóng, because he doesn't starve like others and has a discerning palate; every time he takes a small bite, he looks at other people's reactions. Mí Lóng still hasn't given up hope, he needs others to flatter his braised pork with noodles.

  "Not bad, right? The flavor is great! I only make this dish on special occasions, you guys are really lucky."

  The dragon asked in a flattering tone, and those who were asked by him glared at him fiercely before starting to hiccup one after another.

  The dragon began to worry in earnest, "It's hard to serve. The dishes are too good and won't do. It seems like I've been feeding him too well."

  I downed another bowl, pouring water into my mouth to rinse away the bitter saltiness that was almost numbing my mouth. I rolled my eyes and watched as it seemed like the non-spicy dish was going to choke me to death with its saltiness. The amount of salt added by the chef was enough to cure a whole raw pig's head.

  I handed the water to Not Spicy, thinking he would gulp it down in one go. Instead, he shook his head and said with a hoarse voice: "Drinking water doesn't fill you up."

  The one who was dizzy from the saltiness stumbled towards the pot, adding new content to the unfinished contents in his bowl. I also suddenly realized that a mouthful of water at this time would mean one less mouthful of food, and I too stumbled towards the pot.

  The dragon may not have eaten the pork stew noodles he imagined, but he had a triumphant smile nonetheless.

  The contents of the pot were absolutely unbearable for a normal person, with too much added by the new chef, making it look like a drought had hit the pot. The soy sauce had stained the bottom of the pot dark brown, and the meat, oil, noodles, and vegetables were all tangled together in a mess. I served myself a large portion, but there was no need to rush, as everyone would still have plenty left over after eating their fill. I let out a belch and realized that I really couldn't eat anymore. I glanced outside our circle and saw Li Wula still lying there, staring blankly at the night sky with a lost expression. He was muttering something, but I didn't care what it was or why he looked like that - all I knew was that I often wore the same expression myself.

  I turned around to look at the dragon, and it was forcing the sheep egg to finish that bowl of food that probably wouldn't provide anything except calories. But I had a feeling he was looking at me just now. What's it got to do with me? I walked over, lightly kicked Li Wula, and handed him the bowl of mush. Li Wula quickly sat up, holding the bowl in his hands, his head almost buried in the bowl, and we heard a rapid eating sound that only pigs could make.

  The bowl was empty when it was handed back to me. Li Ula, no gratitude, no anger, not even the physiological reaction of being quickly salted like us.

  "Look at him, his expression has returned to its usual cold and provocative state. 'Take a seat, even if you eat, you have to make some noise, huh?'"

  Li Wula was furious, "The northeast's braised pork with vermicelli is not made like this."

  The dragon swung its claws and sent a large piece of firewood flying onto Li Wula's body. The sound was so loud that it made us all feel pain, but Li Wula didn't react at all, and still spoke in that infuriating tone, "This really isn't Northeastern-style braised pork with vermicelli."

  He got up and walked away, back to his solitary place. Our circle was left with a thud, that was the sound of Wanting to jump up and chase after him but being tripped by Mysterious Dragon and falling to the ground. We watched as he slowly sank into darkness.

  The dragon's madness has passed, and he seems to have returned to his usual listlessness. At this time, he once again became distant and intimidating, saying "It's all over, it's all over. The world doesn't have gatherings that don't disperse, and the good meat is left for the beasts to eat."

  One of the livestock, Hao Shouyi, immediately stood up and went to the edge of the pot. He bowed to everyone and said, "Thank you for leaving me a bite. Thank you, brothers, for sparing my life."

  He put the lid on that pot and picked up the whole pot. The puzzled dragon looked strangely at Dr. Hao as he walked towards the backyard - the dragon didn't understand our rules, so he had a bit of a sense of injustice, although it was an injustice that only allowed the governor to set fires but not the common people to light lamps, "What is he doing?"

  "Ah, it's a good idea to leave some for the wounded soldiers he's supporting."

  "Who asked you?" But he didn't show any more dissent, "Let's go, let's go."

  He didn't call us, but we were also doing nothing. Every day was like this, finding food for each meal and then spending the evening idly. What's different today is that the young master has turned his occasional homesickness into meat and oil in our pot, and now he wants to distance himself from us - he no longer cares about our dinner tomorrow.

  I and Hao veterinarian carried a pot together, I also asked him to help me take a look at my leg.

  Hao Lao still felt heartache, "This meal is too wasteful, enough for three days."

  That's right. I turned back and found the lost dragon, "How did you scatter? When will we meet again?"

  The Northeastern dialect I temporarily learned stunned the dragon, and it didn't say yes or no, but like Pavlov's dog, it quietly followed.

  Hao Shouyi spoke in a low voice: "This is not good."

  I pretended not to hear and let Dou Bing take my hand, so I could get close to Mi Long. Mi Long stayed because he was really rich and lonely. We kept him around because we found that when he's lonely, he's really generous.

  I was thinking about how to get close to the mysterious dragon, while Hao Shouyi walked unsteadily, accompanied by Dou Bing carrying a pot. Hao Shouyi is the only good person among us. He made us promise to leave food for the wounded every day, and in return, he promised that we would be well taken care of when we were injured. I don't know how a veterinarian without even aspirin can take care of the wounded, nor do I know why we agreed to it, so in the end, we just said, he is a good person.