504: Chapter 500 It’s just a meal, is it necessary?
504: Chapter 500 It’s just a meal, is it necessary?
When they left the clinic, Gao Yang and his group brought all the usable plasma that Andy He had stored, fearing they wouldn’t have enough.
Plasma needed to be kept refrigerated; if left in high temperatures for too long, it would become unusable.
After settling down at the camp, Gao Yang, who was a patient himself, was also given a blood transfusion.
Since he had lost quite a lot of blood, it was better to use the plasma on him rather than let it spoil.
The patients were placed in the best-conditioned wooden hut, and all the patients were centralized there to simplify care.
After receiving the plasma transfusion, Gao Yang could have rested earlier, but he was concerned about Frey’s and Lucica’s conditions and couldn’t fall asleep until their surgeries were over.
When Frey was finally brought to the “ward” and Andy He announced that Frey’s surgery was very successful, Gao Yang finally felt relieved.
Gao Yang had intended to wait for news of Lucica before sleeping, but lying in bed, watching the motionless Frey, it wasn’t long before he unknowingly fell asleep.
“Brother Yang, wake up, Brother Yang, wake up, have something to eat.”
After being groggily awakened from sleep, Gao Yang opened his eyes wide and sat up immediately.
However, while sitting up, he forgot about his injured shoulder.
As he exerted force with both arms, his left shoulder pained intensely, and only with Li Jinfang’s quick support was he saved from falling back onto the bed.
Wiping the cold sweat that had broken out due to the pain, Gao Yang immediately turned his head to look at Frey lying on the next bed.
Seeing Frey’s chest rising and falling rhythmically with faint snoring sounds, Gao Yang let out a long sigh of relief, and then asked, “What time is it, what’s going on?”
In a low voice, Li Jinfang responded, “It’s almost seven now, no issues.”
No issues was the best news.
Gao Yang nodded, lowered his voice and asked, “What about the patients, how are they doing?”
Li Jinfang whispered, “Frey and Lucica are doing well, so is Sergei.
The surgeries were very successful.
Ivan is still not out of the critical period, but considering his injuries, the situation is very optimistic now.
The two critically injured from Angel Mercenary Corps are also fine.
You, Bruce, and Andy He think your wounds were well-treated; everyone’s surgeries are done, we just need to recover now.”
Gao Yang looked around; besides Li Jinfang, there were four others taking care of the patients.
Glolov gestured to Gao Yang indicating he had already eaten.
Nodding at Glolov, Gao Yang said in a low voice, “Let’s talk outside; don’t wake them up, help me up a bit, oh, Curtis, being injured is really a pain.”
The camp was still in the Dongkole Mountain Area, not low in elevation.
Although located near the equator, it was much more comfortable than the oppressive humid heat in the rainforest over the Amazon Plains.
Once out of the “ward,” taking a breath of fresh air invigorated Gao Yang’s spirits.
Thinking of the most critical matter he was facing that morning, he instantly grabbed Li Jinfang and said very seriously, “You called me for breakfast, tell me quick, has Rabbit made a move?”
Li Jinfang nodded, saying, “Rabbit is the chef this morning.”
Gao Yang immediately tensed up, unconsciously lowering his voice, “Curtis, did that idiot make an overly sweet Kung Pao Chicken?
Did he make a sweet beef stew with tomatoes?
Did he make a chicken sweet and sour loin?
Tell me, Curtis, did he make any of his signature dishes?”
Also in a low voice, Li Jinfang said, “I warned him last night; if he dared to make his signature dishes, I would slap him dead.
If he’s not afraid of death, he would make them.
But we go to eat in turns, I haven’t been there yet, I don’t know what he made, but I haven’t heard anyone cursing, so Rabbit probably didn’t make his signature dishes, don’t worry.”
Gao Yang felt a great relief, saying, “Quick, let’s go see.
If that kid didn’t make his signature dishes, it’s a relief.
If he really did, it would be a huge disgrace to our Huaxia cuisine.
Curtis, everything he makes is sweet, that kid is fooling the foreigners and himself, still thinking what he makes is delicious, those awful things he dares to call Huaxia cuisine, I tell you, Rabbit is just too confident, pah, damn fool!”
Li Jinfang indignantly said, “Exactly, wouldn’t it be better to just steam some simple buns?
This idiot insists on making nonsensical stuff.
Oh, speaking of which, I’m craving some donkey meat buns and donkey tripe; I think the tripe is tastier than the meat, really missing it.”
Gao Yang sighed, “I’m craving some authentic noodle soup, any kind will do, and dumplings, as long as they are made by my mom, they taste good.
I tell you, I even dreamed of eating dumplings two nights ago.
Just as the dumplings were served and I was about to eat, I was woken up, Curtis, Curtis!
Ah…”
“Brother Yang, stop talking.”
Gao Yang exhaled and said, “If we can’t talk about it, then let’s not.
Ah, Toad, let me tell you, you discuss with Li Pengfei and them, see if they can help us find a cook soldier.
Even if he doesn’t fight, I’ll pay him well, Curtis, whatever he asks, I’ll give.
We can’t keep torturing our stomachs.”
Li Jinfang sighed and said, “Ah, it’s not possible.
Li Pengfei and them can’t even find one; who there would give us a break?
This kid has other benefits he’s willing to give up; but this, nah, it won’t work.”
The two of them complained all the way, reminiscing about the delicious foods they had eaten in the past.
Not the extravagant or expensive ones, but the most ordinary, common, and home-cooked dishes that they now couldn’t find no matter how hard they tried.
The more they thought about it, the more sorrowful they felt, and the more they feared that Cui Bo really would come up with a so-called Huaxia signature dish and embarrass the Huaxia cuisine they were so proud of.
There were quite a few drug dealers, and they obviously needed to eat, so there was definitely a large kitchen and a “canteen” in the camp.
The two men reached the drug dealers’ usual dining canteen and stood at the entrance, but the canteen was eerily quiet, with no audible sounds.
After exchanging glances, they finally mustered up the courage and entered the “canteen.”
As a permanent camp, the drug dealers’ canteen was simple but had everything necessary.
Once inside, Gao Yang saw about twenty people sitting at wooden plank tables, gathered in groups of three or pairs, chatting leisurely.
It wasn’t that there was no food in the canteen.
There were several stainless steel pots filled with food, two of which contained meat, and one had fried corn cakes.
However, the plates in front of those soldiers were empty, with at most a few having corn cakes in front of them.
Gao Yang and Li Jin exchanged another shocked look, and Li Jin whispered fretfully, “This is bad, really bad.
The stuff in the pots must have been made by Rabbit.
Brother Yang, this guy has really embarrassed us big time.”
Gao Yang rubbed his face vigorously and said ferociously, “At this point, we can only pretend to keep Rabbit’s dignity.
Damn it, I’ll just say these Western devils aren’t used to Huaxia cuisine.
It’s not that the food isn’t delicious; they just can’t appreciate it.
Let’s go.
No matter how bad the stuff in the pot is, we’ve got to eat it with enjoyment.
Remember, smile and eat up.
Later, we’ll take care of Rabbit, come on!”
Despite feeling sorrow and anger inside, Gao Yang put on a smile and resolutely took a steel plate from the utensil area at the entrance and headed towards the pot with the dishes.
Li Jin had an expectant look on his face, but anyone who knew him could tell he was faking it way too much.
When they reached the pot, Gao Yang pushed his plate forward and deliberately said loudly in English, “Toad, give me a good serving; today’s dishes look great.
Rabbit’s cooking, no doubt.”
After sniffing, Li Jin exclaimed in surprise, “Wait, why does it smell good?
Hey, Brother Yang, look here, what’s this?”
Next to the pot stood a pole with a wooden board hanging on it, but the board had been inadvertently shifted to one side.
Li Jin then moved in front of the pot and pointed out the lettering, twisting the board back into place.
Gao Yang read it aloud.
“Main course, French beef stew.
Soup, French beef and vegetable soup.
Main dish, spicy chicken rice casserole, Mexican-style fried corn cakes.
Special surprise, Huaxia dish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes!
Damn, what’s going on here?”
Gao Yang and Li Jin were stunned.
Li Jin grimaced and said, “Scrambled eggs with tomatoes?
So, the stuff in these pots wasn’t made by Rabbit.
But, but, this must be a joke, right?”
Gao Yang was on the verge of tears.
He whispered, “What the hell is going on?
Is Rabbit gaining face or losing face?
Who can give a clear answer here?
Eating a meal shouldn’t be this nerve-wracking, is there no justice left?
That damn Rabbit just knows how to cause trouble.”
Li Jin tilted his head and said, “Forget it, let’s eat.
It smells pretty good, not Rabbit’s cooking, can’t be wrong.
Let’s dig in.”
Li Jin filled Gao Yang’s plate completely and then served himself a full plate of food.
They sat down at a dining table, and then he went to get two spoons.
Just as they were about to start eating, someone said, “Are you two about to eat?
Why don’t you wait for the scrambled eggs with tomatoes?
Oh, you must be tired of it.
Well, please feel free to go ahead and try our chef’s skills.”
Gao Yang looked up and saw that it was Sirte speaking.
“Hey, Can Opener, I didn’t see you here too.
Why aren’t you eating?”
With a spoon, Sirte tapped his empty plate and sighed, “We’re the third group to come eat, and the jerks before us ate all the food, especially those Russians.
Damn them, those Russians are all jerks.
They even scraped the pot clean, so we’re waiting for Rabbit to cook another meal.”
Once more stunned, Gao Yang then said to Li Jin, “Damn, breakfast today was too exhilarating!
My heart feels like it’s been on a rollercoaster.
I just don’t get it; who makes such a fuss over a meal?”
Li Jin stroked his chin and said, “Something’s not right here, it doesn’t make sense.
From the looks of it, seems like Rabbit’s cooking is popular?
Did he gain some recognition?” (To be continued.
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