Split Sky Rider

As soon as I came out of the three-story building of the Zhenxiang combat flight squadron, my cell phone suddenly rang.

Ding ding, ding, ding, Abel is calling!

Caller recognition is automatically set up, so you can tell who is calling just by listening to the voice.

When Chen Fei looked at the screen of his mobile phone, it turned out to be Chef Abel from the base canteen.

Xiao Chen, when are you free tonight? I need help!

Chef Abel’s characteristic rooster accent came through.

Chen Fei asked tentatively: Chef Abel, what can I do?

Chef Abel was stunned, and then said louder: Ah? Have you forgotten? I told you last night that the profiteer Park Aihua was taken away by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Now I am alone and too busy. Ahhhhh!”

There was a hint of madness in Abel's voice.

In fact, it is easy to understand when you think about it. There is no handyman in the kitchen, and everything has to be done by the chef himself.

Chef Singer was originally an expert at unpacking, but he was not affected too much. On the contrary, Chef Abel never looked down on those semi-finished products in quick-frozen packaging. Such things simply insulted the profession of chef.

What's more, if Abel even started to open quick-frozen packaging, I'm afraid the 911 air service base would fire him without hesitation.

Anyway, it’s all about unpacking, wouldn’t it be cheaper to go directly to the chef with two cheap tools?

Once you enter the stage of comparison, the most important cooking skills can be ignored.

Uh! Okay, I'll be right over!

Chen Fei shook his head and couldn't remember what he said to Chef Abel after he got drunk last night. At this moment, he happened to go to the base canteen to find out.

When he arrived at the back kitchen of the canteen, he saw Abel worrying about several large bags of flour and a large basket of potatoes.

Chef Abel, what can I do for you?

As soon as Abel, who was looking sad, saw Chen Fei, he immediately seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said, Thank God, you are finally here. Hurry up. I have to prepare bread and mashed potatoes for tomorrow. This is just part of the work. Son, I’m the only one left now, it’s too late, don’t worry, I will teach you, it’s very simple, what is that on your head? Is it an alchemy tool?”

Leave it all to me! This is the 'El Ring'. What the doctor gave me is probably some kind of medical equipment. I don't quite understand it either.

Chen Fei poked the high-tech headband on his head with his finger, started to roll up his sleeves, and asked, Which one should I get first?

Between friends, you help me, I help you, and the other party helps you take care of the bird for a day, and you should now repay the favor and lend a helping hand.

What comes and goes is the way to go in the long run.

You have to change your clothes first. I happen to have a clean set here...be careful!

Before Chef Abel finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

A strange, piercing scream rang out from the back kitchen.

Damn guy, go to hell! Ah!~

Boom! ~~~~

Sanjani, who failed the interview at the Zhenxiang combat flight squadron, suddenly rushed into the canteen kitchen and raised his fist at Chen Feigang. However, he was hit on the spot and staggered out of the kitchen dizzy.

Chen Fei looked at the stick he grabbed casually like a conditioned reflex in confusion, and involuntarily took a breath of air.

The faint aroma of wheat comes to your nose, this thing is bread.

I tried waving it, and to be honest, it worked pretty well.

The man outside the kitchen door shook his head, and Sanjani, who had regained consciousness, rushed in howling again.

Go to hell! Ouch!~

Boom! ~

It's as if history is repeating itself.

The fighting prowess of Sanjani and his compatriots will always frighten both the enemy and us.

How dare you come out to fight like this, it's really scary!

Seeing Chef Abel's mouth twitching and his hesitant expression, Chen Fei sneered and put the stick back to its original place. After all, it was food, not a weapon.

There are several such stick breads stuck in a basket made of rattan.

It's okay. I'll go talk to him. You can watch Xiao Jiu for me.

Chen Fei apologized to Abel, handed the bird over, and prepared to go outside the kitchen to reason with his friend who was covered in the smell of kali.

We must fight with words, not with force. We must convince people with virtue. Violence cannot solve problems, but can only solve the people who created them.

You, please do as you please!

Abel seemed a little frightened. After taking the bird, he touched it lovingly and made a small gesture.

This is a personal grudge, and he doesn't want to get involved.

Boom! ...Ouch!...Boom! Boom! ...Ah!...Uh!...Pah bang pah...Excuse me! I was wrong!...Pah pah pah...

After a hearty and strenuous exercise, Chen Fei finally stopped, twisted his waist, shook his neck, and turned his wrist, making a crackling sound all over his body.

So cool...so damn cool! ! !

He shuddered involuntarily and looked at the shapeless guy lying on the ground, almost breathing in but not breathing out. He suddenly realized that he had become so violent without knowing when.

Once Chen Fei becomes crazy, he will even be afraid of himself.

What I wanted to do just now was to reason with the other party, but now it has become reasoning!

A burst of crisp applause came from afar. Under the nearby lights, Chekov came over with several pilots clapping his hands.

I'm very satisfied, very satisfied, rookie, you passed the final assessment!

The final...assessment?

Child Chen Fei was confused. He looked around, where was the assessment?

What the hell is this big bear talking about?

Don't understand? Chekov smiled confidently, pointed at Sanjani, who was still moaning on the ground, and said, He is your final test question!

Then he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms, and clenched his fist hard, making the muscle lines more distinct.

Showing his white teeth, he said viciously: Pilots must be bloody and never give up easily!

Not long after humans had aircraft, one-on-one air combat came into being. Wherever there were people, there were rivers and lakes, and wherever there were rivers and lakes, there were battles. Even the clear sky full of daydreams was not immune.

The initial confrontation was mostly a ceremonial flight show. When we were tired of flying, we landed on the ground together, had a drink, chatted for a while, sighed about how quiet the years had been, and then each went back to his home to find his mother.

But then the two sides gradually became angry. If the pilots wanted to masturbate, they had to learn to masturbate and fight violently. At the same time, more and more postures were unlocked. If flying alone was not enough, they had to do double masturbation or even triple masturbation. .

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Chen Fei is now a sage who has nothing to do with the world and doesn't want to say anything.

Ignoring the self-righteous big bear, he turned around and returned to the cafeteria and kitchen.

The little rookie actually has a bit of a temper? Hahahaha!

Chekov was not angry, but laughed.

The Zhenxiang combat squadron does not accept weak little sheep.

Help!

Sanjani, who was beaten hard and fat, made a weak cry for help.

Someone go find Takar and let him collect the body!

Chekov didn't even have the interest to take another look at this unfortunate guy, and walked away without saying this.

Abandoned by everyone, Sanjani sobbed intermittently like a ghost.

As soon as Chen Fei returned to the kitchen in the cafeteria, Chef Abel looked him up and down, and then asked: Xiao Chen, are you okay?

Chen Fei said calmly: It's okay!

I don’t know why, but I feel inexplicably happy. That Sanjani took the initiative to come to the door to be beaten. It was really difficult for this guy.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, let's continue, we must seize the time!

Chef Abel not only returned the little bird to Chen Fei, but also gave him a set of work clothes for a kitchen worker, and then began to teach him how to make bread step by step.

The usual ratio of bread flour to liquid is 2:1. The 'Baguettes' I make are my own secret recipe and the ratio is 2:0.8. This requires more effort to knead, and it takes a full hour to knead.

Abel demonstrated the technique of kneading the dough with his hands and explained in great detail.

Chen Fei estimated that if this method was used on Sanjani, he would die in the Ganges River in a matter of minutes, and he would be reborn as a good child of the Dalit caste in his next life.

... If you want to make 'Baguettes', you first need a fermentation seed. It is not just yeast. The method I am going to teach you today is called 'Polish seeding'. 'Polish seeding' needs to be done at least six hours in advance. Get ready, I’ve got it in the fridge.”

Chef Abel led Chen Fei to the large refrigerator in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door himself, searched up and down, then held his head and let out an earth-shattering scream.

Oh no!!!

Chef Abel, what happened?

Chen Fei was also startled, thinking something terrible had happened.

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