After Li Yunlong said this, Meng Fan could no longer lie down and climbed up with his body.

The two of them were about to walk out of the house, but the woman behind them immediately called them.

"Sir, wait a moment!"

Li Yunlong turned around and looked: "What else is there?"

The woman was stunned for a moment and said embarrassedly: "Sir, are you going to fight the Japanese?"

Li Yunlong nodded in surprise: "What? Is there something wrong?"

The woman immediately said, "Can you please help me find my brother?"

"My brother belongs to Sichuan Army!"

Li Yunlong frowned.

The Sichuan Army was basically gone, and it was obviously unlikely that the woman in front of him asked him to help find the Sichuan Army.

Meng Fanye, who was standing by, obviously knew about this.

"Actually, Sichuan Army..."

Before he could finish his words, Li Yunlong immediately interrupted, "What's your brother's name?"

"His surname is Chen. When you see him, you will say his sister. Chen Xiaozui is waiting for him, so he will ask him to come back early!"

“Just say…”

"Okay, I understand!"

Before Chen Xiaozui could finish his words, Li Yunlong pulled Meng Fan and immediately walked out of the yard.

Chen Xiaozui frowned slightly, but didn't think much about it, but instead walked into the house with joy.

On the way back, Meng Fanye asked in surprise: "Sir, the Sichuan Army has basically been defeated, why do you still agree to her?"

"Isn't this clearly lying to her? You... are a senior officer after all, how can you do such a thing?"

Hearing Meng Fan's words, Li Yunlong stopped directly.

"Then how do you tell her? Tell her that her brother is dead?"

"Zenda is such a big place, and the news will spread soon. She is a weak woman and has no man to rely on at home. How many people will she be bullied by?"

"Sometimes, we have to think from the perspective of others. Even if it is a kind lie, it is better to give a thought than to extinguish the hope!"

Li Yunlong's words directly made Meng Fanle silent.

He had never thought of this, nor had he thought so deeply like Li Yunlong.

The two of them were silent all the way, and soon they walked back to the yard.

As soon as I arrived at the yard, I heard a sound of water flowing from inside.

"Drink slowly, this is the best mountain spring water!"

The snake's butt was yelling while making people take care of water.

At this moment, Kang Ya took out a pack of square kraft paper from her arms.

"Salt!"

Just this word immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Carefully poured all the packet of salt into the pot, and everyone couldn't help swallowing.

Pick up the kitchen knife and stir it, and lick the dripping salt water along the back of the knife.

“How is it?”

"Fresh!" Kang Ya said with a look of enjoyment.

Seeing this, Li Yunlong couldn't help feeling a little funny and sad.

When did it even become a drop of salt water?

It can be seen that this group of people hasn't had a decent meal for too long.

"Okay, go!"

Li Yunlong glanced at Meng Fan and said in a low voice.

Meng was also confused: "No, this is your money..."

Li Yunlong rolled his eyes: "If you want to go, stop talking nonsense!"

Meng nodded, limped, and looked back at Li Yunlong in three steps.

When he walked to everyone, he smiled, then lifted up his clothes and took out the bundle of vermicelli.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on the vermicelli.

Vermicelli was thrown into the pot in full view of everyone.

The snake's butt immediately became anxious: "Oh, it can't be stewed like this, it will turn into a mushy soup."

Immediately afterwards, two more walked in.

"Singer, big ingredients!"

There is no difference, and you don't even cut it, just throw it into the pot.

At this moment, Hao Xichuan walked over and everyone looked at him.

Hao Xichuan glanced at everyone, then slowly took out a small bottle from his arms.

Everyone immediately came up, their bodies swaying back and forth with the smell of oil.

Then Hao Xichuan opened the lid and poured the entire bottle of oil into the pot.

Suddenly the aroma in the pot was so fragrant that everyone was intoxicated.

At this time, Lin Yi walked in and everyone's eyes looked at him.

Lin Yi is responsible for making pork, which is also the focus of this dish.

It was a bit furious when everyone saw it, and Lin Yi shook his hair away.

"This piece of pork is three pounds, four ounces and six cents, hard to come by, hard to come by!"

“…”

Before he could finish his long discussion, everyone snatched the pork from his hands.

Then various sounds came.

"You can't cut large pieces, cut large pieces and cook them hard, and you can't cut them too small, too small..."

Li Yunlong smiled faintly and walked into his house.

"How are you doing? How are you busy?"

Zhou Weiguo stood up and smiled and said, "As the leader of the group, the steamed buns will be out of the pot in a while."

"As you told me, each of these people outside can get at least one."

Li Yunlong nodded: "Take out some of the pickled vegetables we brought from the Northeast and eat them later."

"Yes!" Zhou Weiguo responded.

Not long after, the steamed buns were steamed, but the pork stewed noodles outside was still a little bit short of it.

At the warning of Li Yunlong, the monk walked out with two ladders of steaming steamed buns.

The fragrance of steamed buns attracted everyone's attention in an instant.

Everyone looked at the ladder steamed bun in the monk's hand and swallowed.

Li Yunlong said, "What? Are you not hungry?"

"Come here to line up to get the steamed buns!"

Suddenly, everyone was like a locust crossing halfway, swarming in, but the order was not in chaos.

Everyone received the steamed buns and sat in front of the big pot with them and started eating with relish.

Everyone was in a mess with steamed buns and pickled vegetables from Northeast China, but no one was concerned about it.

Li Yunlong glanced at everyone: "The pork stewed vermicelli is ready!"

Hao Xichuan was stunned, and quickly took off the hat on the pot and put a bowl of Li Yunlong in a worn bowl.

Everyone looked at Li Yunlong and took a sip of soup and asked, "Sir, how about it?"

Li Yunlong smacked his lips: "It's so meaningful, it's not authentic, it's like soup!"

As he said that, Li Yunlong set his eyes on Milong not far away.

"On there, your hometown is from Northeast China! Come here and teach them how to make Northeast pork stewed noodle!"

Milong vomited out the dog tail grass that he picked up from somewhere.

"Why, why do you teach you how to make pork stewed noodles?"
To be continued...