Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

Seven o'clock at night!

The table in the headquarters is already filled with delicious meals.

"Chuan Lu Yue Huai Yang, this cuisine is quite rich, and it looks appetizing."

"Old Chen, there are quite a lot of cooking classes in your camp!"

Chen Kuan chuckled: "There are cooks from the Yellow Crane Tower in the cooking team of our camp, so there is no shortage of skills."

"It's just a pity, a spy got in there!" Wu Qianli laughed and said, "Don't touch this table for now, call the people from the cooking team over, and ask about it before we talk about it."

Chen Kuan nodded, and after muttering something to the soldiers outside, the two soldiers left quickly.

Not long after, the people from the cooking class came to the house.

"Squad Leader Hong?" Wu Qianli turned to look at Squad Leader Hong and said, "This dish is not bad!"

Squad Leader Hong smiled and nodded quickly: "They are all special dishes. You should eat something, Captain. Only when you are full can you fight devils."

Wu Qianli nodded: "It seems that these dishes are made by everyone, and the cuisines are also very rich. Whoever made them."

Squad leader Hong said quickly: "I made the stewed fish in brown sauce. My family used to fish, so I'm good at it."

"The same goes for the stewed pork dish. The craftsmanship is not good. Please give more comments from the team leader."

As soon as Squad Leader Hong finished speaking, the noodle boy behind him immediately said, "Commander, I made the stewed chicken with mushrooms, and I also steamed the steamed buns."

"I am an authentic Northeasterner, and these are my specialties."

Immediately afterwards, the rest of the people introduced one by one, wanting to perform well in front of Wu Qianli.

Wu Qianli nodded slightly, looked at Chen Kuan, Chen Kuan understood and pulled Squad Leader Hong to the side: "Squad Leader Hong, what's the matter with you, the leader likes to drink soup, why is there no soup on this table."

Squad Leader Hong said with a bitter face: "Battle Commander, this soup needs to be simmered slowly, and the time is too tight. You can't give the half-finished product to the team leader."

"How much longer?" Chen Kuan asked quickly.

"Old Feng is in charge, it's almost done, another 5 minutes should be enough!" Squad leader Hong said quickly.

Chen Kuan nodded, walked up to Wu Qianli and said, "Boss, this soup is in charge of Lao Feng, and it will take about 5 minutes, why don't we eat other dishes first?"

Wu Qianli waved his hand: "It's against the rules to move the chopsticks if the dishes are not in order. Five minutes is not too long, just wait!"

These words have been discussed before, so there will be no other opinions.

But the cooking team who didn't know it was sweating coldly when they saw this, and the chubby hands of squad leader Hong had nowhere to put them.

Seeing Squad Leader Hong's nervousness, Wu Qianli smiled and said, "Squad Leader Hong, don't be nervous, I don't mean to blame you."

"It's normal for the food to be served slowly. We are not big eaters, and we can't tell the delicate taste. We just wait for 5 minutes, and we are not in a hurry."

"Yes!" Squad leader Hong quickly responded.

Not long after, Lao Feng appeared at the door, and Squad Leader Hong hurried forward: "Old Feng, what are you doing, hurry up, if you wait any longer, the team leader and the others will be in a hurry."

Lao Feng nodded and walked quickly into the headquarters.

"Here comes the chicken soup!"

"Head, I made this by stewing it slowly over a low heat. The chicken is also an old chicken, with a strong taste!"

Wu Qianli nodded, picked up a bowl and said, "Old Feng, I heard that you are responsible for delivering meals to the soldiers in your battalion. This is too hard."

Old Feng chuckled: "Commander, what are you talking about? It's hard work. I'm just delivering meals. Compared with the soldiers who killed the enemy on the front line, this is already easier for me."

Wu Qianli smiled and said, "I heard that you offered to deliver food to Jun Takeshita today?"

Lao Feng's heart skipped a beat: "That's what I do, and everyone doesn't want to run away, so I have to go, right?",

"I won't bother you when you eat, I'm leaving!"

Wu Qianli nodded, and thought to himself: As expected of a senior agent, his words are really impeccable, and people can't find faults.

"Old Feng, your age is as enlightened as yours, so it's worth learning from us."

"In this way, you have worked so hard for so long, you can drink this first bowl of chicken soup first, and I will reward you."

Old Feng's face suddenly turned ugly. The chicken soup was poisoned. If he drank it, his plan would be completely exposed.

"Captain, this chicken soup is a good thing. If you want to drink it, you should drink it. How can I, a little cook, get my turn?"

"Well, you guys drink first, and I'll cook two more dishes!"

As soon as Lao Feng said this, everyone immediately knew that there was definitely something wrong with this soup.

Wu Qianli waved his hand: "Enough is enough, these dishes are enough, don't fry any more."

"Besides, there is no distinction between high and low in our Eighth Route Army. You have been busy for so long, what's the point of drinking a bowl of soup?"

"Old Feng, you can just drink a bowl!" Squad Leader Hong said, "You are really hardworking with all your busy schedule. You can drink as long as the team leader asks you to drink."

Lao Feng's face darkened, and he thought to himself: It seems that I can't avoid this bowl of soup.

But I am a commander who can change the whole house, so I am not worthy.

Taking the chicken soup in Wu Qianli's hands, Lao Feng took a sip and didn't forget to smack his lips.

"It's a beautiful thing to drink soup, neither salty nor bland!"

"Leader, I've also drank this soup, so hurry up and drink it, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

However, even though he had already drank a bowl, Wu Qianli and the others still did not move.

Lao Feng became anxious in an instant: "Captain, why don't you drink?"

Wu Qianli smiled faintly, filled a bowl for himself, and brought it to his mouth.

Just when Lao Feng thought that Wu Qianli was going to drink it down, Wu Qianli poured the chicken soup back into the soup bowl again.

"Old Feng, I don't dare to drink this chicken soup. It's too fatty. I'm afraid I won't live until tomorrow."

Lao Feng felt tight in his chest, and he knew it was due to the onset of toxicity, but he still insisted and said: "Chief, chicken soup tastes better if it is rich in oil. You can show everyone that if you don't drink it, the soldiers will not dare to drink it." ah!"

Wu Qianli chuckled: "Old Feng, you seem a little uncomfortable. Could this chicken soup be poisoned?"

Wu Qianli talked about this, why couldn't Lao Feng see that Wu Qianli was playing with him?

In a rage, he picked up the soup bowl and threw it at Wu Qianli, but was caught firmly by the monk beside him.

Squad leader Hong and the others standing beside were suddenly covered in cold sweat, and before they could react, Lao Feng was already unable to stand still while holding on to the table.

"Drink, grandma's, why don't you drink?"

"You already know my identity, don't you? Did you deliberately play me?"

Wu Qianli snorted coldly: "At first we weren't sure, but we didn't until you urged us to drink soup just now. Do you still want to keep pretending?"

Only then did everyone in the cooking class come to their senses, and looked at Wu Qianli in surprise: "Head, Lao Feng is a traitor?"