My cooking class

  I arrived at the new recruit training camp with a fiery passion, surrounded by some standing, walking, running, physical strength, and simple shooting basics. It continued continuously for three months, these three months can be said to have peeled off a layer of skin from my body.

  I have always disliked suffering since I was a child. Although I've heard that being a soldier is very hard, but this can't be described as just "hard" anymore. Often, as soon as I lie down on my bed, I can fall asleep with my eyes closed. As for crying, it's a luxury for me. Where would I have the time to cry? With this kind of schedule, when I should be crying, I'd rather take a short nap instead.

  Of course, there are still a few people crying, thinking that those old soldiers are bullying them. But they never thought that these old soldiers were also treated like this when they first came, and they were bullied by the old soldiers who trained them at that time. Besides, they all survived, they are all big men, what's different, what are you afraid of? If you can't take it, just get out, the army doesn't need such cowardly soldiers.

  The army is all about being a strong and tough man, even if they think that way, I won't. My only goal is to train hard and become the strongest soldier, to protect the woman I love.

  A man can't even protect his own woman, what's the point of living? Might as well find a rope and hang himself. Of course, this kind of thing can't be said out loud, because the ideological education here is very strict, no one wants to have a delinquent youth come in, but since I've been able to endure from a young age and don't have any bad records, so in their eyes, I'm a very well-behaved new recruit.

  For me, what I hate the most is folding blankets. Other things like physical strength or standing, for someone who can usually endure like me, are nothing.

  It's this folded quilt, it's so boring, who the hell goes to the battlefield to fold quilts.

  All of this has only one purpose, to obey orders, listen to the party's leadership, be loyal to the country, and loyal to the people. And there are three words: "obedient", "listen". Of course, my internal affairs were the worst, all perfunctory.

  Here, I met an old man who was very annoying to me - Jiang Long.

  Jiang Long is a sturdy-looking man with dark skin, similar to my father's. My father is a construction worker who works outdoors all day, so his dark skin is normal. His skin was tanned from training.

  This guy, in my opinion, is a self-abusive maniac, his brain must have some problems. Every day after the new recruits' training is over, he still insists on training, as if he won't feel at ease unless he exhausts himself. So his physical strength is simply explosive, his health bar is always full and overflowing. All of this I can accept, what I hate the most is that he checks our living quarters.

  That was when the new recruit training was about to end, and that day we all stayed in the dormitory waiting for inspection.

  Jiang Long and several class leaders were in charge of assessing internal affairs.

  Jiang Long came over, pulled open my quilt and asked: "Whose quilt is this? Why is it messy inside? Unqualified, redo it. If we go on like this, won't we become embroidered pillowcases? Who knows how we'll cheat and dodge on the battlefield?" So the several class leaders behind me could only record a low score.

  I was furious at the time, I really wanted to stuff his head into his **. But I endured it, because I couldn't beat him, if we fought, he would definitely stuff my head into my **. So, I hated him, I said before, I'm a very vengeful person, and I'm a gentleman who remembers grudges for ten years.

  Because of this, my fate has undergone a change.

  As I stood on the playground with joy and anticipation, waiting for my destination, I heard the instructor loudly calling out my name and destination.

  Zhang Hao.

  Arrived.

  "Cooking class, raising pigs."

  Suddenly, ten million horses galloped past in my heart, and I clenched my fists tightly. Silently swearing an oath to myself, I must stuff his head into **it**.

  The new recruits all burst out laughing because among those who trained together, only I entered the cooking class and even became a pig farmer.

  "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? What's wrong with raising pigs? If it weren't for the efforts of the kitchen staff, what would you be eating and drinking? If any of you dare to say that they don't eat a piece of pork, I'll immediately make them the class leader."

  I almost burst out laughing at that moment

  What are you, as a monitor? You said to be a monitor, just be a monitor, don't eat pork. There's not a single Muslim here, of course everyone eats pork. If you don't eat pork, where will the energy for training come from? You knew that clearly long ago. So isn't this nonsense?

  But he made me very unhappy, so I shouted, "Report!"

  Lecture

  "Report to the class monitor, I don't eat pork."

  "Great, even better if you don't eat pork. That way, I won't have to worry about you sneaking a bite of pork." He also deliberately dragged out his tone.

  In an instant, there was a burst of noise, and those who were laughing laughed even harder. I could feel myself on the verge of exploding.

  Finally, I arrived at the cooking class and took on the task of feeding pigs. Here, I met another person who was very good to me - Zhang Jun.

  That day I went to find the leader of this cooking class to report.

  "Report."

  "Come in."

  I stood at attention and shouted loudly: "Report to the squad leader, new recruit Zhang Hao has arrived for duty, please instruct."

  Zhang Jun looked like he was almost forty, and spoke kindly to me: "Come on, don't be nervous, sit down for a bit and take a rest."

  He poured me another glass of water with his cup, and I hastily took it with both hands. "Thank you, class monitor, you're too polite." When others are being polite to us, we can't not reciprocate. Although I admit that I'm a scoundrel, but I'm not the kind of scoundrel who doesn't know how to appreciate kindness, I still have principles.

  Zhang Jun patted my shoulder and said to me: "From now on, consider this place as your own home. If you have anything, come find me. Although I'm just a class leader and can't do much, as long as you haven't made any serious mistakes, here, it's still up to me what happens. We're just the few of us here, from now on we're brothers. Whatever happens, speak your mind openly. You can call me Old Zhang from now on. It's not as strict as other companies, relatively speaking, it's more relaxed."

  "Come on, Little Song. You take Xiao Zhang to the dorm first and get familiar with him." He called over a very honest-looking guy who seemed kind-hearted and had no ill intentions, and was very enthusiastic towards me.

  Xiao Song is from the countryside just like me, and his family situation isn't very good. His home is in a remote mountainous area, and he has two younger siblings to support through school, so he's very diligent here, handling affairs quickly. He does some of the dirty work that others don't want to do, and he gets along well with everyone.

  Later on, whatever new things we sent out, we would give them to him and have him mail them back home.

  To say, this son of his is more responsible than my own son. He also has a heavy burden on his shoulders. At that time, the situation at home had improved somewhat, although we couldn't be considered rich, but at least we didn't have to worry about food and clothing. If we couldn't afford good clothes, we could wear street stall goods, if we couldn't eat KFC, we could eat knife-cut noodles instead. So every month, apart from sending some money back home, I would also keep a little for myself. Little Song would send all of it back, he wanted to help his family reduce their burden. At that time, I occasionally thought, was I really being too heartless? But in the end, I just let it go, say what you want, I'm just heartless.

  Xiao Song's full name is called - Song Qingyang.