Chapter 2671 Wine and Meat

"Damn! It smells so good!"

"You smell so good! Leave some for me, why did you put it all in your bowl!?"

"Eat slowly, I told you guys to eat slowly, slowly"

Most people in this world can chew their food slowly, but a few people can't, for professional reasons, and this group of soldiers is one of them.

For soldiers, eating is not a time to enjoy delicious food or enjoy life most of the time, but to replenish the body's energy, restore their condition, and get ready for the next upcoming battle.

Eating is even a weakness for this group of people in many cases, a weakness that cannot be delayed for too long, let alone exposed for too long.

If the enemy seizes this opportunity to launch a sneak attack, the big soldiers who are queuing for food or chatting in groups while eating may be blown up.

For this reason, eating quickly instead of chewing slowly has become a normal practice for those who have lived long enough on the battlefield.

The same is true for the No. 177 crew of Malashenko. Even though they are not in combat mode and can sit quietly and eat a few bites of food and drink a few sips of wine, they still eat as fast as if there is a Tyrannosaurus Rex chasing them.

The food on the table is really delicious, which is one of the reasons, but more importantly, it is because they have long developed a habit, so it is not easy to slow down their eating speed deliberately.

"Huh~ Who could have thought of this? A pot of potatoes and vegetable leaves with some meat stewed together, with some noodles, and some soup, damn it! I feel like I can eat three more bowls! No kidding!"

"Three bowls of shit! You've already eaten two bowls, what are we going to eat if you eat three more bowls? You who made a mistake, go to the side and cool down."

The "greedy" Iushkin was still arguing with Artyom who was "protecting the food" on the side. Malashenko, who came here on an empty stomach, didn't finish the food in the bowl in his hand until he sighed and put down the bowl and chopsticks temporarily.

"Huh! Cool! Burp - Damn, this is still a bit strong, I have to drink it."

Malashenko, who had just put down the bowl and chopsticks and started burping, didn't even have time to wipe the oil off the corners of his mouth. He grabbed the wine bowl next to him and looked up. Without saying a word, he drank it all in one gulp.

To say that this good stuff found in the German officers' club is really a bit different.

This authentic dark beer gives Malashenko a mellow taste, without a trace of industrial taste. He only feels that his taste buds seem to be surging in the vast waves of beer, one wave after another, and the aftertaste lingers for a long time.

For Malashenko, who is used to drinking industrial beer in later generations, this is like discovering a paradise.

"Good stuff, good! It's really good stuff! The Germans are much better at making beer than their expensive tractors."

Seeing Malashenko drinking so happily and praising it, the brothers around him who were busy stuffing food into their mouths also followed suit, grabbing the wine bowls at hand and pouring it into their throats.

"Hmm!"

"Huh——"

"I said, it's really delicious, huh?"

"Yeah, it's good, much better than the horse urine I found in the East Prussian beer hall. It seems that the Germans have different levels of alcohol. The Nazi leaders drink different alcohol from the soldiers."

The first round of eating and drinking was almost the same. Malashenko, who thought it was time to chat, took the bacon plate next to him and pushed it in front of the brothers. He then spoke under the light of the not-too-bright kerosene lamp on the table.

"Come on, try this. It's delicious as a side dish. It's much better than chewing lard."

Malashenko has never been interested in "Salo". How can someone who traveled from the future be used to chewing lard? However, although Iushkin is skinny and has no signs of obesity, his enthusiasm for Salo is almost to the point of obsession. I don’t know where all the fat meat that he swallowed with big mouthfuls and greasy mouthfuls went.

Compared with chewing Salo raw like Iushkin, Malashenko still prefers to eat the food with the taste of his hometown. Even if there are no peanuts, a plate of bacon with wine is better than chewing the greasy Salo.

Malashenko, who had just passed the plate in front of his brothers, took the lead and grabbed a piece of cut bacon and stuffed it into his mouth.

In an instant, this tough but not stubborn, chewy, and mellow taste, as well as the satisfaction of large pieces of fat and lean, just right thick meat

For a moment, Malashenko felt like he was about to cry.

This is the taste, this hometown taste!

How long have I been wandering alone in this strange world? In the days of fighting and killing, either doing the slush gun or on the way to do the slush gun, how many days have I dreamed of eating a home-cooked dish like this and then "wanting nothing more".

Looking at Malashenko chewing meat with a vivid expression of "immersed in it and intoxicated by it", Iushkin and others who looked at each other in bewilderment really couldn't imagine what kind of delicacy in the world could make a person eat like this.

Fortunately, the opportunity is right in front of me. This time I can use my own mouth to seek the answer.

"Try it, try it all."

Thick slices of meat were stuffed into their mouths with bare hands. These veterans who "don't care about life and death, and fight if they don't obey" never considered any table manners. As long as they can eat the food, the process is not important.

But as soon as the bacon entered their mouths, the expressions of the Iushkin brothers were not as exaggerated as their comrade commander, but they did write "unbelievable" on their faces.

"I don't know how to describe it, but"

"Suka! How is this meat made? Why is it more delicious the more you chew it???"

"Delicious! It's really delicious! I'm not saying, Iushkin, this thing is really much more delicious than the thing you talk about all day long."

""

At this point, even if Iushkin was "Salo" boasting, he had to admit one thing

But before admitting that thing, Iushkin had another thing to do first, and for Iushkin at the moment, this could not be delayed.

"Let me talk about it later. Let me put two more pieces in my mouth to taste them first."