Chapter 1008 Versailles?
Just as the two bigwigs in the Western theater were secretly proud of their "eagle eyes and golden eyes" and were preparing to further "guide and persuade" to dig out the "truth" -
The waiter seemed to have finally made up his mind. He mustered up the courage to raise his head, looking at the two leaders with a slightly aggrieved and confused look in his eyes. He answered in a low but unusually clear voice:
“That’s what we eat…”
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Zhang Shouzheng nearly choked on a mouthful of milk and started coughing violently: "Cough! Cough cough... Little comrade, you...you don't understand what I mean!"
He quickly waved his hands, and for the first time, the kind smile on his face couldn't be suppressed:
"I'm asking! Normally! There aren't events like today, or important guests being received! What do you eat in your staff cafeteria on a normal workday?!"
He deliberately emphasized the words "usually", "staff canteen", and "ordinary working days", fearing that the other party would misunderstand him as asking about leftovers or special treatment.
The waiter was a little confused by the chief's sudden excitement. He blinked, and the "embarrassment" and "grievance" on his face became even stronger. He seemed to have no idea why the chief was so obsessed with this "simple" issue.
But after all, the other party was the leader. So he had no choice but to repeat it again clearly and clearly, word for word:
"Commander... I know what you mean... These are what we usually eat..."
He seemed to be afraid that the leader in front of him would not believe him, so he quickly added an explanation, and his tone even had a sense of "this is normal" as a matter of course:
"It's just that the dishes aren't as numerous as today, and the variety isn't as complete... But the cafeteria rotates these dishes, so we can usually eat them... We've already eaten them..."
Taking turns...making it...have you all...eaten it?!
Upon hearing this, Zou Yuan, deputy commander of the Western Theater Command, and Zhang Shouzheng, director of the Joint Political Work Department, both froze in silence.
Ordinary waiter?
Do you usually eat this kind of food??!
When they thought about what they usually ate, Lieutenant Generals Zou Yuan and Zhang Shouzheng couldn't help but feel a huge sense of self-doubt.
No? How can we celebrate Chinese New Year every day? Are you a deputy war zone commander or am I a waiter?
"Is this kid possibly related to someone else? He gets special treatment every day?!!"
Seeing the suspicious looks of the two leaders in front of him, the young waiter became anxious and had to straighten his back again, and emphasized in a sincere tone:
"Commander! What I said is absolutely true! This is the standard for our daily working meals! If you don't believe me, you can ask any colleague in the hotel, or ask our leader! I promise that I am not lying!"
He was even afraid that his words were not convincing enough, so he continued to add:
"And to be honest, the food in our hotel is nothing compared to what you'd find in the Zhongzhou War Zone! You can go to the Qinghe gathering place and see the food in the canteens of those frontline units engaged in military production, energy, and scientific research. They have much better food than here! They have really hard work and heavy workloads, so naturally, the pay is higher!"
"As for me, I'm already very satisfied with this treatment!"
Looking at the young waiter's contented look, Zou Yuan's mouth moved a few times and he wanted to curse "Fuck you".
No, this guy isn't going to act like a jerk with me, is he?
What do you mean "already satisfied"? If I had this kind of food every day, even I, the deputy commander of the theater, would be satisfied!
Thinking of this, Zou Yuan and Zhang Shouzheng couldn't help but look around:
"Damn it, is it possible that the land in this Central Plains war zone is so fertile???!"
"After more than half a year of hard work, even in such a relaxed apocalyptic environment, our own Western theater has barely reached the standard of not starving the survivors!"
"Isn't it possible that they're already considering the issue of 'three highs' and affluence-related diseases?"
...
"Deputy Commander Zou, Director Zhang, is this lunch to your liking?"
Just as Zou Yuan and Zhang Shouzheng were immersed in a huge sense of disappointment, a deep and steady male voice sounded behind them, breaking the turbulent waves in their hearts.
Hearing the sound, Zou Yuan and Zhang Shouzheng suddenly came to their senses and turned to look.
I saw Lieutenant General Chen Haitao, the naval commander of the Zhongzhou Theater Command, wearing a straight pure white naval uniform that looked as if it had just been taken out of an iron, without a single wrinkle. His leather shoes were so shiny that they could serve as mirrors. His hair was combed meticulously, and even the gold anchor buttons on his cuffs shone with a low-key and exquisite light.
In the context of the apocalypse, such meticulous and almost perfect appearance should have seemed out of place.
But at this moment, after witnessing the inhumanity of the rich people in the Zhongzhou war zone and the "violent remarks" of the waiters, Zou Yuan and Zhang Shouzheng not only did not feel uncomfortable, but subconsciously felt that it was natural!
The other side's logistics level is so terrible, what's wrong with a deputy theater-level leader being a little sophisticated? He deserves this quality of life!
As two poor bastards from the northwest, it's only natural that they're a little sloppy...
"Commander Chen is here!" Zhang Shouzheng quickly adjusted his expression and put on an extremely warm smile, as if the inner collapse just now had never happened.
"It's delicious! It's delicious! It's because they are so delicious that I want to try them all. I don't know which one to eat for a moment, hahaha——"
"Yes, yes!" Zou Yuan, deputy commander of the Western Theater Command, also echoed:
"Commander Chen, your unit's logistical support is truly astonishing! Today has truly broadened my horizons!" He gave a thumbs-up.
"We two old-fashioned people from the northwest are really blessed this time thanks to your war zone! Hahaha!"
"Hey—you two leaders are too kind! You're so polite!" Chen Haitao waved his hands hastily upon hearing this, a sincere and modest smile on his face, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather:
"We received the news of your arrival yesterday. It was so sudden that the logistics team was scrambling and had to put together some things on the spur of the moment."
"These are just ordinary home-cooked dishes, not presentable enough, not worth mentioning. It's really disrespectful, and I'm sorry to have embarrassed you two!"
Having said that, Chen Haitao changed his tone and promised very solemnly:
"But rest assured, my two leaders! You have come from afar and are honored guests!"
"The Zhongzhou Theater Command must fulfill its responsibilities as a hospitable host! After the formal meeting with Commander Gu this afternoon, we will make sure to arrange dinner for both commanders, ensuring they arrive with joy and return with satisfaction!"
'Ordinary...' 'Not worthy of mentioning' 'Not worth mentioning'...
Hearing Chen Haitao's casual tone, Zou Yuan and Zhang Shouzheng felt more sour than if they had eaten ten lemons!
Holy shit, is this what you call normal?! What kind of heavenly life do those cadres in the Central Plains War Zone lead on a daily basis?!
Why are they both about the apocalypse and the military?? Such a huge difference!!
