split sky ride

Chapter 38 - Scary Fighting Power
Just after coming out of the three-story building of the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron, the cell phone rang suddenly.

"Dingling, ringing, Abel is calling!"

Caller identification is automatically set, and you can know who is calling just by listening to the sound.

Chen Fei looked at the screen of his mobile phone, and it turned out to be Chef Abel from the cafeteria of the base.

"Xiao Chen, what time are you free at night? I need help!"

Chef Abel's characteristic rooster accent came over.

Chen Fei tentatively asked, "Chef Abel, what's the matter?"

Chef Abel was stunned, and then he said louder: "Ah? Have you forgotten? I told you last night that the profiteer Pu Aihua was taken away by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Now I am alone and I am too busy." Ahhhh!"

There was a hint of madness in Abel's voice.

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 at unpacking, but he was not affected too much. On the contrary, Chef Abel, he never looked down on those semi-finished products in quick-frozen packaging. This kind of thing is an insult to the profession of chefs.

What's more, if Abel also played with unpacking quick-frozen packaging, I am afraid that the 911 air base will fire him without hesitation.

Anyway, it’s unpacking, isn’t it cheaper to buy two cheap tools and chefs directly?

Once it enters the stage of comparison, the most important cooking skill can be ignored.

"Uh! Well, I'll be right over!"

Chen Fei shook his head. He couldn't remember what he had said to Chef Abel after he had a high drink last night. He happened to go to the cafeteria of the base to find out.

When he rushed to the back kitchen of 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?"

When Abel with a sad face saw Chen Fei, he felt as if he had caught a life-saving straw, and said, "Thank God, you are finally here, hurry up, I want to prepare bread and mashed potatoes for tomorrow, this is just part of the work." Son, I'm the only one left now, it's too late, don't worry, I will teach you, it's very simple, what are you wearing on your head? Is it an alchemy magic weapon?"

"Leave it all to me! This is the 'Ring of El'. The doctor gave it to me. It's probably some kind of medical equipment. I don't quite understand it."

Chen Fei poked the high-tech headband on his head with his fingers, rolled up his sleeves, and asked, "Which one should I get first?"

Between friends, you help me, and I help you. The other party helped me bring a bird for a day, and I should return something now and give a helping hand.

There is a coming and going is the long way.

"You have to change first. I happen to have a clean set here... Be careful!"

Before Chef Abel finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

There was a piercing scream in the back kitchen.

"Damn guy, go to hell! Ah!~"

Boom! ~~~~
Sanjani, who failed the interview in the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron, suddenly rushed into the back kitchen of the cafeteria, and shook his fist at Chen Feigang, but was hit head-on on the spot, and staggered back out of the back kitchen in a daze.

Chen Fei looked suspiciously at the "stick" he grabbed casually like a conditioned reflex, and involuntarily gasped.

A faint smell of wheat came out, and this stuff was bread.

I tried to wave it, and to be honest, it was quite smooth.

Shaking his head outside the back kitchen door, Sanjani, who regained consciousness, rushed in howling again.

"Die! Aww!~"

Boom! ~
As if history is repeating itself.

The fighting power of Sanjani and his compatriots will always scare the enemy and us a lot.

Dare to come out to fight just like that, it's really frightening!
Seeing the corners of Chef Abel's mouth twitching, hesitating to speak, Chen Fei put the "stick" back to its original place with a smirk. After all, it was food, not a murder weapon.

There are several such "stick" breads in a rattan basket.

"It's okay, I'll go talk to him, and you help me look after Xiaojiu."

Chen Fei apologized to Abel, handed the little bird over, and was going to go outside the back kitchen to reason with this friend who was covered in stinking curry.

It is necessary to fight with words, not to fight with violence, and to convince people with virtue. Violence cannot solve problems, but can only solve the people who create problems.

"You, please go ahead!"

Abel seemed a little frightened. After taking the bird, he touched it affectionately and made a small gesture.

This is a personal grievance, and he is not easy to get involved.

Boom! ... "Aw!" ... Boom!Boom! ..."Ah!"..."Uh!"...Papapa..."Forgive me! I was wrong!"...Papapa...

After a hearty and vigorous exercise, Chen Fei finally stopped his hands, twisted his waist, shook his neck, turned his wrists, and there was a crackling sound all over his body.

So cool... so cool! ! !

He shuddered involuntarily, looked at the inhuman figure lying on the ground, who was about to breathe, and was not breathing, and suddenly realized that he didn't know when and how he became so violent.

Once Chen Fei went crazy, even he was afraid.

Just now, what he clearly wanted was to reason with the other party, but now it has become "reasonable"!
A burst of crisp applause came from a distance, and under the nearby lights, Chekov led a few pilots, clapping their hands and walking all the way.

"I'm very satisfied, very satisfied, rookie, you passed the final assessment!"

The final... assessment?

The little boy Chen Fei was full of confusion. He looked around, where is the assessment?
What the hell is this big bear talking about?

"Don't understand?" Chekov smiled confidently, pointed to Sanjani who was still moaning on the ground, and said, "He is your final exam question!"

Then he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his muscular arms, and clenched his fist hard, the muscle lines became more distinct.

Showing a mouthful of white teeth, he said viciously, "Pilots must be bloody, and never give up easily!"

Not long after humans had aircraft, one-on-one air combat came into being. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are battles. Even the clear sky full of reverie is not immune.

The initial confrontation was mostly an air show of a ceremonial nature. When we were tired from flying, we landed on the ground together, had a drink, chatted for a while, and lamented the tranquility of the years.

But then the two sides gradually became angry. If the pilots wanted to masturbate, they had to learn how to masturbate with pistols. At the same time, they unlocked more and more postures. Solo flight is not enough, double fēi, or even triple fēi .

"..."

Chen Fei is now a sage who has nothing to do with the world, and he doesn't want to say anything.

Ignoring the self-righteous big bear, he turned and returned to the back kitchen of the cafeteria.

"The little rookie still has a bit of a temper? Hahahaha!"

Chekov was not angry, but laughed out loud.

The "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron does not accept weak and deceptive little sheep.

"Help!"

Sanjani, who was severely beaten, made a weak cry for help.

"Anyone go find Takar and let him collect the body!"

Chekov didn't even have the interest to take another look at the hapless ghost, so he left without saying a word.

Sanjani, who was abandoned by everyone, let out intermittent sobs like a ghost cry.

As soon as he returned to the back kitchen of the cafeteria, Chef Abel looked Chen Fei up and down, and then asked, "Xiao Chen, are you okay?"

Chen Feiruo said nonchalantly, "It's all right!"

I don't know why, but I feel very happy for some reason. That Sanjani took the initiative to send him to the door to be beaten. It's really embarrassing for this guy.

"It's fine, it's fine, let's continue, hurry up!"

Chef Abel not only returned Xiaoniao Xiaojiu to Chen Fei, but also gave him a work uniform as a cook, and then began to teach him how to make bread.

"The usual ratio of bread flour to liquid is 2:1. My 'Baguettes' are a secret recipe with a ratio of 2:0.8. It takes a lot more effort to knead, kneading and kneading for a full hour."

Abel showed how to knead the dough with both hands, and explained in great detail.

Chen Fei reckoned that this method was used on that Sanjani, so that this guy's life would go to the Ganges every minute, and he would be cast as a good baby with a Dalit surname in his next life.

"... To make a 'Baguettes', you first need a fermented seed. It is not just as simple as yeast. The method I will teach you today is called 'Polish Seed'. 'Polish Seed' needs to be at least six hours in advance Ready, I've put it in the fridge."

Chef Abel led Chen Fei to the big refrigerator in the back kitchen, opened the refrigerator door by himself, searched up and down, and then hugged his hair and let out an earth-shattering scream.

"Oh no!!!"

"Chef Abel, what happened?"

Chen Fei was also taken aback, thinking that something terrible had happened.
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