Rebirth in 1980: I pretend to be a pig, eat the tiger and marry the chief

Zhou Yanying did not expect political commissar Zhao to have such an attitude. She was shocked and petrified.

Seeing that there was no movement in the office, Tang Zheng raised his hand and knocked on the door.

That's right, she deliberately wanted to cause trouble for Zhou Yanying.

"Enter."

Political Commissar Zhao put down the tea vat and looked towards the door.

Tang Zheng opened the door and came in. When Zhou Yanying saw it was Tang Zheng, she rushed out angrily.

The two people's shoulders collided, and Tang Zheng was shaken by the impact and almost fell down.

"Are you OK?"

Political Commissar Zhao quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.

Tang Zheng shook his head.

Political Commissar Zhao asked: "Did you hear the conversation just now?"

Tang Zheng nodded awkwardly.

Unexpectedly, political commissar Zhao also said angrily: "Don't be afraid, you can live here without worry. The leaders above have approved it, and she can't make any trouble!"

Tang Zheng was very moved: "Thank you, political commissar, I was just worried about causing trouble to you."

Political Commissar Zhao waved his hand: "No trouble, no trouble. You have something to do with me. Are you uncomfortable living in your single room?"

Tang Zheng shook his head: "No, I have other things to do."

"What's the matter? Sit down and talk."

Political Commissar Zhao poured tea for Tang Zheng and spoke to Tang Zheng in a much gentler tone than to Zhou Yanying.

Tang Zheng said: "Well, Commander Xiao is allergic to oyster sauce, and he can't bear to let everyone continue to eat dishes with clear soup and water. It's not okay for him to eat pickles all by himself."

Political Commissar Zhao was a little embarrassed. Both of them were doing this for that brat, so they were going to torture his old bones. It was too much!

He had to say to Tang Zheng in a pleasant manner: "I've already told the chef about this, not letting him put in oyster sauce, but that boy from Beiqi insisted on eating pickles and didn't want to affect everyone's appetite alone, so... …”

Political Commissar Zhao looked embarrassed.

Tang Zheng said: "So, I have found a condiment that can replace oyster sauce. I have made an agreement with the director of the MSG factory. He can supply chicken essence to our troops for free. The taste of cooking with chicken essence is not as delicious as that of oyster sauce. What do you think? Is it possible?”

When Political Commissar Zhao heard this, he became a little uneasy: "Chicken essence?"

He had heard of this thing before, and it seemed that it was only found in the Magic City.

Tang Zheng nodded: "We have already experimented, and the dishes stir-fried with chicken essence taste very good. You can give it a try."

Political Commissar Zhao stood up: "What do you mean, we don't have to spend money to buy this chicken essence, but the MSG factory supplies it to us for free?"

Tang Zheng nodded: "Yes, Director Mu is outside and wants to see you."

When political commissar Zhao heard this, he hurriedly walked out: "Quick, take me to see him."

The price of this chicken essence is not cheap, and the canteen has to be used for many years, so it can earn a lot of money a year. If people can supply it for free, then we can't neglect it.

In fact, we shouldn't be so anxious about this matter. We have to wait until the MSG factory starts mass production.

But Tang Zheng really couldn't bear to let Xiao Beiqi eat pickles all the time, so he could only be selfish.

Political Commissar Zhao invited Factory Director Mu to come, and the two chatted animatedly. Unexpectedly, Factory Director Mu also served as a soldier when he was young, and it immediately felt like meeting a relative.

Then, Factory Director Mu also provided MSG for the army for free.

After sending Director Mu away, Political Commissar Zhao will go to the kitchen with the chicken essence sent by Director Mu.

Tang Zheng called him directly.

"If you have anything else, can you wait until I come back to talk about it?"

Political Commissar Zhao now really wants to taste the taste of cooking with this chicken essence.

Tang Zheng said: "Don't worry, it's just a matter of words. Tomorrow, Camp Commander Xiao's birthday, I will send two pigs over to improve the food for everyone. Please tell the chef and ask him to prepare less vegetables to avoid It’s a waste, and besides, you just told others about my invitation to eat meat.”

Tang Zheng has already told Song Jiang about this matter. Song Jiang should order pork when he returns.

Political Commissar Zhao listened, his ears and head were buzzing.

Zhou Yanying got into trouble because of a bottle of chili sauce and a bottle of egg sauce.

However, Tang Zheng quietly solicited sponsorship for the army and also offered pork. How could there be such a big difference between people?

Political Commissar Zhao secretly made a decision. He agreed to Tang Zheng becoming Xiao Beiqi's wife. All other girls should step aside!

The next day, breakfast.

Xiao Beiqi took a lunch box to the display window: "Two steamed buns."

The chef who was busy inside wiped the water stains on his hands with his apron, and quickly came over with a smile on his face: "Captain Xiao, you can eat all the dishes normally from now on, I won't put oyster sauce in it anymore!"

Xiao Beiqi frowned: "Didn't I say..."

He didn't tell anyone about Xiao Beiqi's oyster sauce allergy, because his subordinates were not strict with their words.

He had already told the political commissar and the chef to put whatever should be put in, and don't affect everyone's appetite. Why did things become like this again?

"In this dish of ours, I added other condiments, which will not affect the taste. You can eat it without worry!"

The chef also tried yesterday's chicken stock. It tastes no worse than oyster sauce. It's a good thing that you don't have to spend money to buy oyster sauce.

Xiao Beiqi thanked him and was about to leave when the chef suddenly brought him a big bowl: "Here, your longevity noodles!"

Xiao Beiqi was slightly stunned. He had not been in the army for a long time, so few people would know his birthday. Moreover, the chef was also new, and the relationship between the two was actually very unfamiliar. This was a bit abnormal.

"Master, you are not particular about this. Why didn't I have longevity noodles for my birthday yesterday? Why are you still waiting for others to order the dishes?"

The deputy commander of the second battalion was half joking, half sarcastic.

The chef banged the spoon in his hand: "It's my birthday, and my girlfriend sent two pigs to improve everyone's food. You didn't even send a damn pig hair, and you still have the nerve to say that!"

The deputy commander of the second battalion's face turned red, and he looked at Xiao Beiqi with indescribably complicated eyes.

Xiao Beiqi raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you say?"

The chef asked in surprise: "Don't you know, oh..."

He suddenly covered his mouth and said, "What the hell, I said it made me spit."

The political commissar gave me thousands of warnings not to let him say it, but he...

Something suddenly flashed through the chef's mind. Since he was not allowed to speak, political commissar Zhao still told him what to do. Wasn't that what he meant?

Xiao Beiqi and the deputy battalion commander of the second battalion who were at the window were squeezed away by the soldiers behind. The young guys came over excitedly: "Master, what are you talking about? We have pork for lunch?"

The chef grinned: "Yes, when the time comes, all of you who have free time will come and help!"

There was a burst of cheers in the huge dining hall, and they could finally eat meat.

Xiao Beiqi was holding the bowl of longevity noodles and finished eating with a normal expression. Wen Lan came over and said, "Battalion Commander, everyone in the army is envious of your good fortune. Which girl in the world can be so generous."

So, you have to cherish it, maybe I can get some credit when the time comes, Wen Lan thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

Xiao Beiqi glanced at him coldly: "Did you tell her about my birthday?"

Wen Lan scratched his head. Tang Zheng asked him too many things, and he couldn't remember whether he said these things.

Seeing Wen Lan's confused look, Xiao Beiqi put the last bite of noodles into his mouth, and then went to the window to get another breakfast.

Looking at Xiao Beiqi's walking back, Wen Lan didn't come back to his senses for a while: "Master said she was your girlfriend, but you didn't object. Are you acquiescing? Did you sell yourself because of two pigs? That camp Are you too worthless to grow up?"