Yi expands his rare victory by saying, "Yesterday we had cabbage leaves in boiled water, and the day before yesterday we had boiled pumpkin in salt water — but today we eat this, with meat, oil, and noodles! Because we fought a great victory! Because victory is in sight! Because hope is in sight! Because we have…"
He is wrong, because he has empty talk. In this aspect, uneducated people have always reacted faster than cultured people.
Kang Ya shouts at a volume that overwhelms Yi's voice, "I have salt!"
Yi chokes in his excitement and says, "... ah"
"I'll get soy sauce!" Shepigu enthusiastically displays his Cantonese accent.
Yaoma generously raised his whole arm, "I'm looking for cabbage!"
Yi struggles to recover from his cough, "... wait…"
But Yaoma is so righteous, passionately stabbing Bean he had bullied with his elbow, to the point where Bean begins to speak out, "I'm looking for firewood."
Now even I am looking around at our team members in a daze, and this matter is becoming a pit due to Yi's dilatory speaking style. This matter is a bit too disgraceful, although we often do things too disgraceful.
So I try to carefully take out my official authority and say, "Hey, I think…"
But the voices are swirling and exploding around me, and no one is quieter than me. "I get the pot!" "I'll set up the stove!"
Yi moans and says, "Can you guys listen to me…"
Who wants to listen to him?
"I'm looking for bowls and chopsticks!" " I... I'll handle the scallions! Garlics! Seasonings!"
Yi is now very confused and lost. He is already silent, pitifully looking at me and vet Hao, two of the people he believes are trustworthy in terms of moral quality. I look at vet Hao, the only person I believe trustworthy in terms of moral quality.
"Vet, you are old, say something fair."
Vet Hao stares at me for a moment and slowly raises one hand, "... I have oil."
His face blushes as he looks at my surprised expression. "I get oil. I really get oil... Sorry. There are many injured people back there. I am really sorry."
I have to turn around and look at Yi. Now we realize that we are all untrustworthy, but my reaction is faster than Yi. When Yi reaches out halfway, I already shout out, "noodles! I deal with noodles!"
Yi fails, his face turns red with suffocation. In reality, he suffers losses, but in principle, he regains them, which is his life habit. "Let me say it again, we have to eat Stewed Pork with Cabbage and Rice Noodles. I'm sure it's because we win a great battle, because the dawn is coming, it's the victory of all our brothers in the troops, not only mine, it's because…"
Yaoma understands the truth of what's done can't be undone. "Let's go! I'll handle the aniseeds!" He jumps up and pushes Bean, who is both being bullied and took care of. "Hurry up, firewood!"
Everyone mutters or doesn't mutter about his insignificant portion he is responsible for, and they scatter like the birds and beasts. Vet Hao finds me struggling to get up and gives me a hand. "Come up to my place and I'll take a look at your leg," he says.
I seriously suspect that he is just looking for a step to give himself an out. The old man doesn't even have the gut to look at Yi, so he quickly turns around and walks away. I follow, and in my peripheral vision, I see Yi guarding his wooden board, guarding a dream that has instantly become rotten.
The young Shanghai guy is still muttering, "... because 25 years ago, today, I was born. Today, I am 25..."
No one listens, only I hear the whispering. I drag past him and pat him, revealing the root of his grievances and pain. He complains bitterly and even resentfully, "Pork, that is really not easy to get."
What is the matter with me? I drag my legs to follow vet Hao. Don't set an ideal too big, it's called digging a hole for yourself. Today, Yi proposed an unrealistic idea of Stewed Pork with Cabbage and Rice Noodles, and immediately fell into the pit with his head down — but what does that matter to me?
Yi has to hold onto his wooden board and be in a daze — it is destined.