Chapter 2669 Braised German Sticks! ?
"Iushkin! Come and serve the food!"
Malashenko's loud voice can scare the timid Germans to the point where they urinate on the spot. When he shouts this voice, Iushkin's roar will make him lose his breath, and his whole body will be stepped on by the soles of his feet. The whole person trembled on the spot as if there was a switch.
"It's coming! It's coming! It's coming!"
Artyom is actually quite right. This kid Iushkin is now in a state of committing meritorious deeds. This is not only what Artem says, but Iushkin himself also knows it.
Now that Malashenko is yelling like this, if Iushkin doesn't want to get something on his butt later, he will naturally have to rush over.
There are no waiters to serve food in this old and small Chinese restaurant. If you want to eat, you not only have to bring the ingredients and cook it yourself, but you also have to do the serving process yourself.
However, at this time, Iushkin, who was running around, had not yet thought about what delicious food Comrade Commander had made.
It wasn't until a moment later that Iushkin returned to the front hall carrying the fragrant bowl of the sea. The rich aroma emanating from the steaming bowl of sea made the cold and lonely little restaurant suddenly feel like it was... It is injected with life and exudes strong vitality.
"Smell - what does this smell like? It smells so good!"
"Holy crap! What's in this? Why have I never smelled anything so fragrant?"
"Oh, Comrade Lenin, I swear I'm starving to death right now! Bring it up quickly, Iushkin."
When the three brothers sitting at the table smelled the rich and tangy fragrance, they all moved their index fingers like hungry wolves who hadn't eaten meat for half a month when they saw the fresh meat. The way they smashed their mouths almost made them salivate. Came down.
"Are you starving to death? Who can believe it~ You were the one who ate the most at dinner. You actually ate half a bowl of beans stewed with pork, and you even had to eat two big pieces of bread by yourself. Now you are saying that you are starving to death? What the hell? Isn’t it possible to compress the rice bucket?”
Although he muttered the words in reply, the movements of his hands were not careless at all.
Before Iushkin finished speaking, he just put the sea bowl in his hand on the table. The strong and rich aroma hit his nostrils, just like BT5 transformed into IS7. Because of the closer relationship, it instantly became stronger. Extremely, straight to the forehead.
After placing it so close in front of me and taking a closer look, Seryosha and Artyom, who had already gathered around the table, glanced in and realized that the contents of this big bowl were unprecedented. See.
"What the hell is this? Just a pot of random stew?"
"I'm not sure. Let alone eating it, I've never heard of such a thing. Do you know that, Seryosha?"
"Ah? Me? I don't know. We Ukrainians don't eat such things. Besides, aren't you from Ukraine like me? Do you still know what we usually eat in our hometown?"
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Sergey, Artyom, and Seryosha stared around the big bowl of sea. You looked at me and I looked at you. No one knew that the fragrant and steaming thing in the big sea bowl was in front of them. What was the name of the child? Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Iushkin who brought this thing up.
"Hey, what's the name of this thing? Didn't Comrade Commander tell you?"
"That's right, you should talk to the brothers quickly and stop being appetizing."
The comrade, the captain, who is cooking has not yet served the food. Everyone knows that it is not appropriate for the brothers who are just sitting back and enjoying the meal to eat first.
Since it can't be started for the time being, let's first find out what the name of this ridiculously fragrant thing in front of us is. Everyone's eyes were all fixed on Iushkin.
"Ah uh, this, this"
If I brought this thing back with my own hands and said I didn't know what it was called, it would be a bit embarrassing. Iushkin, who always had a good face, didn't want to admit that he really didn't know.
But you know, Iushkin really can't come up with a decent name.
I heard that all the Chinese dishes have very strange names, such as braised, stir-fried, steamed and so on. Iush Jinguang, who once had nothing to do to chat with his political commissar comrades, was overwhelmed by the names. How could he write them down accurately, let alone have a detailed understanding of the pedigree and varieties of Chinese food.
However, this does not prevent Comrade Iushkin from showing off. Now that he is in this position, it would be unreasonable not to show off.
"I said, you kid, you don't know, right? This is what you served and you don't even know what it's called. What did you do on this trip?"
Iushkin, who was already good-looking, was so provoked by Artyom. He was still a little hesitant about what he said, but he just spit it out without thinking about it and pretended to do it.
"What are you talking about? How is that possible? Comrade Commander and I have such a good relationship, he just told me what this dish is called."
"Huh? Really? Then you should tell me quickly, my brothers' ears are all pricked up."
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The feeling of being stared at by three pairs of eyes at the same time was really not good. The face-saving Iushkin asked himself that he must not give in at this time, and he must not give in. Otherwise, how could he still be involved in the world of leaders in the future? Do you still want this reputation?
"Okay, just say it, it doesn't hurt to tell you."
"Listen carefully, I will only say this name once."
Looking at Iushkin's mysterious expression, the three people, whose curiosity was aroused, didn't bother to scold him for deliberately keeping the secret. They just leaned forward, stretched their necks and pricked up their ears, waiting for Iushkin to reveal the answer.
"The name of this dish was given by the driver. It has Chinese characteristics. It is called braised German stick!"
"Braised German stick!?"
Everyone was shocked and silent when they heard it. They looked at each other without saying a word, trying to find some answers from each other's facial expressions and eyes, followed by serious doubts.
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"Fuck, are you kidding me? The name was given by the commander, why shouldn't I believe it? It sounds just like a name that was given by a drunk Suka."
"Ha, that's none of my business. If you want to hear the name, I'll tell you. As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."
Iushkin still looked disdainful, as if he didn't care, with his arms folded across his chest, showing an attitude of "it's my opinion anyway."
But he didn't notice that the three people at the table in front of him had stopped talking at the same time, and even wanted to laugh, and he didn't expect that he would be hit on the back of his head right after.
"Braised German stick!? I'll braise you, Uncle Suka! Get lost!"