Chapter 38 - Terrifying Combat Power
Just after coming out of the three-story building of the "Zhenxiang" combat flying squadron, the ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly rang.
“Ding ding, ding, ding, Abel is calling!”
Caller identification is automatically set, and you can know who is calling just by listening to the sound.
When Chen Fei looked at the screen of his mobile phone, it turned out to be Chef Abel from the base canteen.
"Xiao Chen, what time are you free tonight? I need help!"
Chef Abel's unique rooster accent came over.
Chen Fei asked tentatively: "Chef Abel, what's the matter?"
Chef Abel was stunned, and then said louder: "Ah? Could it be that you Have you forgotten? I told you last night that the profiteer Park Aihua was taken away by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Now I am alone and I am too busy!"
Abel's voice had a trace of it. Crazy.
In fact, it is easy to understand when you think about it. There is no handyman in the kitchen, and everything has to be done by the chef himself.
Chef Singer was originally an expert in unpacking, but he was not affected too much. On the contrary, Chef Abel never looked down on those semi-finished products in quick-frozen packaging. This kind of thing is simply insulting. The profession of chef,
not to mention that if Abel also started to unpack quick-frozen packages, I am afraid that the 911 air service base would fire him without hesitation.
Anyway, it’s all unpacking. Wouldn’t it be cheaper to buy two cheap tools and a chef directly?
Once you enter the bad stage, the most important cooking skills can be ignored.
"Uh! Okay, I'll be right over!"
Chen Fei shook his head and couldn't remember what he said to Chef Abel after he got drunk last night. At this moment I happened to go to the base cafeteria to find out.
When he arrived at the kitchen in the cafeteria, he saw Abel worrying about several large bags of flour and a large basket of potatoes.
“Chef Abel, what do you need me to do for you?”
As soon as Abel, who was looking sad, saw Chen Fei, he immediately seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said: " Thank God, you are finally here, hurry up, I I have to prepare bread and mashed potatoes for tomorrow. This is just part of the work. I am left alone now. It is too late. Don't worry, I will teach you. It is very simple. What is the alchemy on your head? Magical weapon? ”
"Leave it all to me! This is the 'El Ring'. The doctor gave it to me. It's probably some kind of medical equipment. I don't quite understand it."
Chen Fei poked his head with his finger. He started to roll up his sleeves and asked: "Which one should I get first?" , I should also give something back now and lend a helping hand.
What comes and goes is the way to go in the long run.
"You have to change your clothes first. I happen to have a clean set here...be careful!"
Before Chef Abel finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
A shrill, strange scream sounded in the back kitchen.
“Damn guy, die! Ah!~”
Boom! ~~~~
Sanjani, who failed the interview at the "Zhenxiang" combat flight squadron, suddenly rushed into the canteen and the kitchen and raised his fist at Chen Feigang, but was hit on the spot and fainted. He staggered backwards out of the kitchen.
Chen Fei looked at the "stick" he grabbed casually like a conditioned reflex in confusion, and involuntarily took a breath of air.
The faint aroma of wheat comes to your nose, this thing is bread.
I tried waving it, and to be honest, it worked pretty well.
After shaking his head outside the kitchen door, Sanjani came back to his senses and rushed in howling again.
"Go to hell! Ouch!~"
Boom! ~
It seems like history is repeating itself.
The fighting power of Sanjani and his compatriots will always frighten both the enemy and us.
How dare you come out to fight like this, how scary it is!
Seeing the corners of Chef Abel's mouth twitching and the hesitant expression on his face, Chen Fei sneered and put the "stick" back to its original place. After all, it was food, not a weapon.
There are several such "stick" breads stuck in a basket made of rattan.
"It's okay. I'll go talk to him. You can watch the little bird for me."
Chen Fei apologized to Abel, handed the little bird over, and prepared to arrive. Outside the kitchen, I tried to reason with this friend who was covered in khali smell.
We must fight with words, not with force. We must convince people with virtue. Violence cannot solve problems, but can only solve the people who created them.
“You, please do as you please!”
Abel seemed a little frightened. After taking the bird, he touched it lovingly and made a small gesture.
This is a personal grudge and he is not easy to get involved with.
Boom! ..."Ouch!"...Boom! Boom! ..."Ah!"..."Uh!"...Pah bang pah..."Have mercy! I was wrong!"...Pah pah pah...
After a hearty and strenuous exercise, Chen Fei finally stopped, twisted his waist, shook his neck, turned his wrist, and there was a crackling sound all over his body.
So cool... so cool! ! !
He shuddered involuntarily and looked at the shapeless guy lying on the ground, almost breathing in but not breathing out. He suddenly realized that he had become so violent without knowing when.
Once Chen Fei goes crazy, he will even be afraid of himself.
What I wanted to do just now was to reason with the other party, but now it has become "reasoning"!
A burst of crisp applause came from afar. Under the nearby lights, Chekov and several pilots came over, clapping their hands all the way.
"I'm very satisfied, very satisfied, rookie, you passed the final assessment!"
The final...assessment?
Child Chen Fei looked confused. He looked around, where was the assessment?
What the hell is this big bear talking about?
“Don’t understand?” Chekov smiled confidently, pointed at Sanjani, who was still moaning on the ground, and said, “He is your final test question!”
Then he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms, and clenched his fist hard, making the muscle lines more distinct.
Showing his white teeth, he said fiercely: "Pilots must be bloody and never give up easily!"
Not long after humans had aircraft, one-on-one air combat came into being. Wherever there are people, There are rivers and lakes, and wherever there are rivers and lakes, there are struggles. Even the clear sky full of daydreams is not immune.
The initial confrontation was mostly a ceremonial flight show. When we were tired of flying, we landed on the ground together, had a drink, chatted for a while, and lamented the quietness of the years, and then everyone went back to their homes to find their own things. Everyone.
But then the two sides gradually became angry. If the pilots wanted to masturbate, they had to learn to masturbate and fight violently. At the same time, more and more postures were unlocked. Flying alone was not enough. Double fēi, or even triple fēi.
“……”
Chen Fei is now a sage who has nothing to do with the world and doesn't want to say anything.
Ignoring the self-righteous big bear, he turned around and returned to the cafeteria and kitchen.
"The little rookie actually has a temper? Hahahaha!"
Chekov was not angry, but laughed.
The "True Fragrance" combat squadron does not accept weak little sheep.
"Help...life!"
Sanjani, who was beaten hard, made a weak cry for help.
"Someone go find Takar and let him collect the body!"
Chekov didn't even have the interest to look at this unlucky guy, so he walked away without saying this. .
Abandoned by everyone, Sanjani sobbed intermittently like a ghost.
As soon as he returned to the kitchen in the cafeteria, Chen Fei was looked up and down by Chef Abel, and then he asked: "Xiao Chen, are you okay?"
Chen Fei said nonchalantly: "You're okay. Ah!”
I don’t know why, but I feel so happy for some reason. That Sanjani took the initiative to come to the door to be beaten. It’s really hard for this guy.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, let’s continue, hurry up!”
Chef Abel not only returned the little bird to Chen Fei, but also gave him a suit I helped the kitchen worker wear his work clothes, and then started to teach him step by step how to make bread.
"The usual ratio of bread flour to liquid is 2:1. The 'Baguettes' I make are my own secret recipe and the ratio is 2:0.8. This requires more effort to knead, and it takes a full hour to knead."
Abel demonstrated how to knead the dough with both hands, explaining in great detail.
Chen Fei estimated that if this method was used on Sanjani, this guy would die in the Ganges in a matter of minutes, and he would be reborn as a good child of the Dalit caste in his next life.
"... If you want to make 'Baguettes', you first need a fermentation seed. It is not just yeast. The method I am going to teach you today is called 'Polish seed', 'Polish seed' It needs to be prepared at least six hours in advance, and I have already put it in the refrigerator.”
Chef Abel led Chen Fei to the large refrigerator in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door himself, and moved it up and down. He searched all over, then held his head and let out an earth-shattering scream.
"Oh no!!!"
"Chef Abel, what happened?" Chen Fei was also frightened, thinking that something terrible had happened.
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(End of this chapter)