My own war game

Chapter 86 Warmth and Coldness

Like Hepburn, almost everyone took something from home.

Ethan took the medicine and cooking oil from home, Sherwood got a whole jar of salt and bread, and Leighton prepared gauze and scissors.

After two days of treatment, Montgomery was in good condition and ate a whole portion of bacon on bread after washing his wounds with salt water.

"He, thank you for your hard work these days. I can't survive without you. I owe you my life." Montgomery said in a sincere tone.

"It just happened to be the right time." He Chi did not seem very excited by the general's gratitude.

"My adjutant, try this. I didn't know that bread and bacon tasted so good together." The major general generously shared his dinner with He Chi.

Facing the food in front of him, the Oriental man shook his head and said, "Sir, I suggest you take a look at this."

The door of the attic was gently opened, and the general looked down under the guidance of He Chi, and found several children gathered together to eat their dinner - each of them had a very small potato and some root-like things.

"Sergeant, what are they eating?"

"As you can see, they are potatoes, sir."

"I meant the other kind."

Hechi was silent for a moment and said softly, "It's the roots of tulips..."

Montgomery was helped down the stairs by Hechi, and under the surprised gaze of the children, he took a small piece and put it in his mouth.

The extremely bitter taste hit his taste buds, but the major general, who was very proud, still swallowed it down.

Because of the shortage of supplies, children had to eat this bitter thing as supplementary food.

"Sergeant, I want to thank you. You have saved the honor of an old soldier." The major general bowed his head solemnly to Hechi to express his gratitude. He turned around, took out his dinner from the room and handed it to the children without saying a word. Then he picked up the roots of the tulip and started chewing them.

Looking at the stubborn British old man, He Chi smiled a little. He stopped the major general and took back the uncooked potatoes from the children's hands.

Seeing the strange looks from several people, He Chi tossed the potatoes in his hand and said, "Maybe I can make these more delicious."

A small knife was spinning rapidly in the Oriental man's hand, and the skins of several potatoes were peeled off. He Chi, who possessed the trait of "affinity for light cold weapons", cut the potato shreds into very thin pieces. He put vegetable oil into the pot, stir-fried the potato shreds with salt, and then added the tulip roots that had been boiled and shredded in the same way.

Soon a plate of steaming hot stir-fried dishes was served on the table.

"Chinese-style stir-fried shredded vegetables, please try it." He Chi made a gesture of invitation.

Including the major general, no one made a move. He Chi's knife skills were beyond their imagination. Everyone was stunned.
"Oh my God, is this really made of potatoes? Can potatoes be cut so finely? Are you a magician?" Hepburn stared at the food on the plate with her big eyes, and the people around her nodded vigorously in agreement.

"In the East, knife skills are a basic quality for a chef. It's not something special. Try it for yourself."

Several people used forks to pick up the shredded vegetables on the plates and put them into their mouths. The refreshing, tender and crispy taste immediately enriched everyone's taste buds. Even the major general who was used to eating delicious food was experiencing this unique taste for the first time.

"Hmm~ It's delicious! This is the first time I know potatoes can be made so delicious." said a child.

"Yeah, I feel like I can't eat the boiled potatoes I used to eat anymore," someone agreed. Not only that, Hepburn found that the tulip roots she was used to eating also lost their bitter taste in the hands of Orientals, and were replaced by a refreshing fragrance.

"Can you teach me how to cook this dish?" Perhaps because she was afraid of being rejected, the tomboy Hepburn had a rare shy expression on her face.

"It's not difficult. I will be responsible for the meals for the next few days. You just watch from the side. If you have any questions, just ask me." The Oriental man agreed casually.

In the next few days, He Chi had a little assistant by his side, who was busy around the stove.

He Chi discovered that this future superstar, the clothes rack among women, actually had a good talent for cooking. In just three days, she could simply cut potatoes into shreds. Although they were relatively thick, they were already good for a beginner.

Hepburn also had an unexpected gain. She discovered that this Oriental man who claimed to be an ordinary sergeant actually had very rich experience. When chatting, he could talk about European historical allusions and myths. He could also answer her questions about study one by one, and even give her some advice on her confusion in dancing.

"He doesn't look like a soldier, but more like a scholar or a traveler," she thought once as she looked at the straight back.

Hepburn's father abandoned her and her mother and ran away from home very early. As a child raised in a single-parent family, she had her own fantasies about her father.

Mature, steady, strong, versatile, knowledgeable... These fantasies were just a vague shadow not long ago, but after a few days of getting along, this shadow became concrete.

At some point, the tomboy Hepburn started to "look for trouble", often deliberately asking He Chi some questions, and after getting the answers, she would quickly change to new ones, so that her companions all suspected that there was something wrong with their "boss".

When Hepburn was about to leave one time, He Chi gave the girl a cookbook he had written.

"The above are some recipes for mild foods. You can try to make some yourself in the future." He Chi said so. He remembered that this beauty in history died of digestive disease in her later years, so he wrote something for her.

"Why are you giving me this?" Hepburn sniffed and asked in a soft voice, without even realizing it, the way she addressed me had changed.

"I noticed that you have a mild anorexia. After we drive the Germans away, you must also pay attention to eating well." He Chi raised his hand and rubbed the other's little head.

"Well, okay! Thank you, I'm going back!" Hepburn accepted the things as usual, bowed to express his gratitude, and then left the house.

Going out, turning right, and walking around a corner, the girl leaned against the wall, slightly raised her head, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

She really has anorexia and many things are unpalatable to her, but she forces herself to eat just to avoid worrying her family.

Her mother didn't even know she had anorexia.

"Wow, wow, wow~ He saw it! He saw it!" In the dark corner, the originally strong girl burst into tears. She felt so moved that she had never felt before, and a warm current surged in her heart.

Wiping away her tears, Hepburn walked home with a brisk pace. She began to look forward to tomorrow's meeting.

Suddenly, the girl stopped and a look of fear appeared on her face.

A German armored vehicle appeared at the door of the mayor's house, and a German officer and his men were walking down from it to ring the doorbell.

The officer looked very strange. It was still summer, but he was wearing thick clothes that covered all his skin. The black eye patch on his face made him look cold and scary.

(End of this chapter)