The Story of Cooking Squad 3 What is Xiaomao holding?

1st floor

(Xiao Jiang, Lao Gao, Da Zhou and Xiao Hu are playing cards)

Jiang: San

(Pang Hong comes out of the dormitory)

Hong: Still playing cards.

Hu, Gao, Zhou and Jiang: Right away, right away, right away!

hong: where's Xiao Mao?

Jiang: It's Sunday, and it's his turn to ask for leave to go out. He accompanied Xiao Zhang and Xiao Yao of the health team to the streets.

Hu: Oh, I'm telling you, it's cool that Xiaomao makes it smooth!

Jiang: Yes, the little suspenders are wearing. That guy is pure.

Zhou: Yes, the little mouse wears a frog mirror and pretends to be a smart little bodyguard.

(from the theme song)

Gao: Who does he protect? He himself belongs to the protection object.

hong: Xiao Mao is back.

Jiang: alas, alas, alas!

Hu: what a small sample!

Zhou: This is a chorus for boys and girls.

hong: Xiao Mao, why are you unhappy?

Hu: aren't you happy to have two beautiful female soldiers with you?

Zhou: that's right, it's like a beautiful thing on earth.

Gao: You don't know when you are blessed.

H: Hey, what's the matter?

Zhang: This matter needs to be repaid again.

Mao: Go ahead.

Zhang: Monitor Hong, what happened is this: Xiaomao from your class went shopping with the two of us (gai). At this time, several gai kids appeared.

Jiang: Wait a minute, what is a gai baby?

Zhou: cover the bowl!

Jiang: Yes, it's for making tea.

Yao: No, it's a punk!

crowd: hooligans, local ruffians, local ruffians.

Zhang: The main reason is that our heads turn back too high!

hong: please, you two, don't talk about turning around, but get to the point!

da Zhou: yes.

Xiao Hu: exactly.

Zhang: If you don't talk about the rate of return, this thing won't exist.

Gao: gentlemen, let's talk about the return rate.

Yao (pushing Xiao Mao away): I'll tell you. What happened is like this. Xiaomao from your class followed us to the street. Oh, it's mainly because the rate of our heads turning back is too high! (high-five with Xiao Zhang)

Hu: Oh, please, something will happen quickly!

Yao: don't worry. I'm telling you, something will happen soon. There are some punks who have been fooling around with us. Wow, I was just thinking, should I be rude to them? Xiaomao went to stop them at this time. Unexpectedly, they gave Xiaomao a push (Yao also gave Xiaomao a push and pushed Xiaomao into the operation room). Hey, Xiaomao, where are you going?

Mao: Xiaoyao, be careful.

Yao: Xiao Mao didn't want to cause a dispute, so he didn't fight back.

Zhang: At this time, a monitor stepped forward, knocked over one and scared away several. It was over on the spot, and we came back, just like this.

Zhong: Oh ~

Hong: Xiao Mao, Xiao Mao did the right thing, did the right thing! Didn't fight back. But why are you two dressed so beautifully when you go out on the street?

Zhang: monitor hong, we are both born beautiful, so we don't exist.

Yao: I can't help it. The bottom plate is too good. I ask you, monitor Hong, we go shopping on Sunday, and we have to wipe the bottom of the pot on our faces first!

Zhang: Xiao Mao, thank you. Be brave next time!

Yao: Xiao Mao, thank you. I hope you become a really brave man.

Zhang and Yao: Bye ~

Mao: Bye.

Mao: no, monitor. It sounds to me that they are being sarcastic.

H: They're not being sarcastic. They put forward ardent expectations for you.

Gao: It shows you the way forward.

Zhou: Right.

Mao: no! They seem to say it's me, not like men!

Jiang: No, they want you to be more like a man. More, more.

Mao: Is it because I didn't hit those two punks?

hong: Xiao Mao, you did the right thing. You did it very well! Avoid disputes and calmly face emergencies. The two women soldiers didn't say you didn't look like a man, they said they hoped you would look like a man.

crowd: right, right, right, got it!

Mao: no, that's still not like a man!

crowd: cooking, cooking, cooking, there is no time!

Mao: monitor, why don't I look like a man? Monitor, you say, how just like a man?

(in the canteen)

Mao: Xiao Zhang, Xiao Yao, don't go yet.

Zhang: why don't you leave? Is there a fruit bowl to eat?

Yao: it's better to have dessert after dinner.

Mao: I love you both. I have something to ask you two.

Zhang: Come on, what's wrong with you?

Mao: I feel sick.

Zhang: Are you having emotional problems again?

Mao: yes.

Yao: huh?

Mao: no.

Yao: What's the matter? Say it quickly! Be careful that I savage you.

Mao: ok, I'll say. I just want to ask you two, what is a man like in your girl's mind?

Zhang: of course, it's cool, tall and powerful. Xiao Mao, I'm not saying you're short.

Mao: What else?

Yao: A muscular boy with style and style. I'm sorry, Xiao Mao. I didn't mean you were thin.

Mao: You're right. I'm just thin. It doesn't matter. Yes, I can become a muscular man. Isn't that handsome and cool? ! I see. What are you two still standing here for? Get lost!

2nd floor

(Yao and Zhang disappeared)

Mao: Oh, my God, they really disappeared! So unpopular with them, my mother, how difficult it is to be a man!

(In the dormitory, comrades are busy with their own affairs when Xiao Mao opens the door)

Mao: What are you looking at? I haven't seen a handsome guy!

Zhou: This guy is like Astro Boy.

Mao Dui Lao Gao: Get up!

g: what?

Mao sat down and "destroyed" the chess game: Stop playing!

Zhou: What the hell is this?

Gao: Swing, don't rely on chess.

crowd: give it to him, give it to him.

(after the chess is set)

Zhou: Red goes first, then black, you go first.

Mao loudly: ok!

Zhou: jump.

Mao still shouted: Horse!

Zhou: Out of town!

(As soon as Mao picked up the chess, everyone covered their ears, and finally Mao's voice dropped)

But Mao's voice was loud: arch!

(Everyone falls to the ground in fear)

Hu: What are you doing? It's scary to arch a pawn.

Zhou: This is not chess. This is not ...

Mao: Go!

Zhou: vault.

Mao: kill!

Zhou: This car came out, flying elephant!

(everyone organizes him, but he doesn't listen for weeks)

Mao: Eat!

Jiang: What are you flying like? Isn't that dead?

Zhou: I was confused by his surprise. Have you got rice porridge in your head! No, it's too scary. It's a chess game.

Hu: Xiao Mao, I found something wrong with you these two days. What happened to you? This little face is as tense as Stallone's, and his throat is as tight as cotton trousers.

Jiang: Yes, you walk like Jackie Chan, but your arms are like King Kong. Are you all right?

g: generally speaking, you look sick.

Mao: I don't know anything. We are all adults, please don't make such childish jokes. Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ...

(The monitor pushes the door in)

Hong: What are you doing? I'm practicing Beijing opera. Don't sit in my bed!

Hu: Come here quickly. Look at this.

Hong: Xiao Mao, a squad leader also told me where you always pretend to be horizontal when you serve food to soldiers.

Mao: I'm not pretending to be horizontal, I'm really horizontal!

Everyone wondered: Who recruited him?

Jiang: I don't know.

Gao: Xiao Mao, you can't get hard if you pretend that temperament again. How do you compare with James Bond?

Zhou: Even if Wu Dalang chooses two missiles, he is not Wu Song.

Hu: I'm telling you, Mao, your appearance is not strong enough. Look at the temperament of our big week, Gaweng Gaweng (I really can't type these two words, I'll see). Your anger is a bit like being flustered.

Jiang: The main reason is that you are not serious enough. You see that the monitor is steady when he is deep, and you are cool when you are deep.

(changed to the original accent) Mao: Do you look down on me?

g: that's right.

Mao: ok. I practice, I practice, I practice! One day, I will solemnly announce to you: (changed to a strange accent) Don't look at Xiao Mao and thin, a knot in one's flesh! Documents, get two large dumbbells!

(In the company commander's office, the document is lifting weights with dumbbells)

Documents: 55, 56, 57, with 1 targets! 59，6，7，8，9，1！ Oh, my God, it's finally finished, it's finally finished!

(Mao is standing outside the window)

Mao: a document.

paperwork: oh, xiaomao.

Mao: who taught you to count like this?

paperwork: what do you know? My last few moves were extreme sports. High quality, smelly sweat, one top ten!

(Mao returns to his original accent)

Mao: What extreme sports? You are exhausted and dying!

paperwork: I'm telling you, my goal is one hundred, and I've already practiced sixty. If you don't come here, I don't believe you can lift twenty!

(Mao doesn't believe me. He walks into the office, raises the dumbbell, shakes it for a while, and then puts it down, but his mouth is stiff.)

Mao: (Henan accent) Your dumbbell is too ... too small.

paperwork: Xiao Mao, you haven't grown up since you joined the army, but you have grown up in bragging skills. If you can lift a hundred, I will give you this dumbbell, and I will never practice muscle again. I quit the dumbbell ring!

Mao: it's too easy. According to your toad counting method, isn't it a hundred?

paperwork: you come!

(Mao starts to lift, but his expression is getting more and more painful)

Mao: 251, 251, 251, 251, 251, 251! (Henan accent) I got the document dumbbell! (running out of the company commander's office)

(chasing documents out)

Documents: Hey, Xiao Mao! I haven't finished practicing yet. Come back!

(In the operation room, Xiaomao runs in with a feed bucket in one hand)

Ginger: What's this?

h: why? (starts playing with Xiaomao's head) Stop it! I asked you to go out and get a feed bucket. It took you so long to come back.

Mao: monitor, I carried a feed bucket in one hand. I went to the station, the company, the gate and the airport.

Gao: My mother, you went to the airport! Didn't you say hello to those J-1 pilots on my behalf, Mao?

Mao: I saw the plane, but I didn't see the pilot!

Gao: My own mother, why doesn't he wait there for a while?

H: You still teach you.

Gao: Mao, I'm just joking with you. You really have to turn around. Don't turn around. If you turn around for another two days, the company commander won't look for you, but the health team will look for you. Because you're crazy again.

Mao: yuck.

Hu: Xiao Mao!

Mao: here!

Hu: here, bring me the noodles.

Mao: yes!

(walks into the storage room and takes out the noodles)

Hu: Oh, good, good! This guy can lift half a bag now! Put it down. Put it down. Go, bring me that rice bag.

Mao: yes!

Jiang: wait a minute, Mao. What are you doing? It's rice and noodles. Mao, go inside and help me take out the pickle jar.

Mao: yes!

Jiang: thank you.

Hu: you're like calling somebody else!

(Mao stumbles out one jar at a time)

Mao: Nothing!

Jiang: Mao, I think you'd better put it down. Otherwise, we'll have to pay for it if it really breaks, won't we, monitor?

Mao: where should I put it?

Jiang: put it where it came from.

(Mao stumbles in with a jar in one hand. After coming out, I seem to be looking for something)

Zhong: What?

Zhou: What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? This rice bag is made of noodles, pickles and feed buckets. Look what you did to the baby. This small arm, small leg, small foot, small nose, small eyes and small brain. You this thing, this is cheat people! If you ask me, get two eggs.

Mao: mend it?

Zhou: no, practice.

Mao: Don't you slander my strength! You, and you! You! And ..... (referring to this monitor Hong) My mother, a born barbell!

hong: Xiao Mao, don't move! I'm ticklish, don't move!

Mao: monitor, you must let me try!

h: ok, ok, try, try.

crowd: one two three!

Mao: yeah! The monitor's feet are off the ground!

crowd: ok, ok!

h: not bad, not bad. Hurry up and cook.

Jiang: it's really hairy. it's lifted.

(see Mao motionless) Hong: All right, that's enough. Let's get to work. Stop it! Oh, stop being cool!

Mao: my arm!

Gao: my god!

crowd: dislocated, dislocated. (picks up Xiaomao and rushes out of the operation room)

(in the dormitory)

Zhang: I think his bone is broken.

crowd: huh?

Zhang: It doesn't exist at all.

Yao: shoulder joint falls off.

crowd: huh?

Yao: absolutely impossible.

Hu: say something possible!

H: Yes.

Gao: say something possible.

Yao: Soft tissue contusion.

crowd: impossible!

Yao: It's entirely possible.

Zhang: Xiao Mao, how did you hurt yourself?

Hu: how did you hurt yourself? I practiced bodybuilding. Use the monitor as a barbell to lift weights. You're lucky if you don't have a fracture!

Yao: I see. I'm telling you, Xiao Mao, you can't promote monitor Hong from the beginning.

crowd: right, right, right.

Zhang: Yes, it should be gradual, isn't it? If you want to lift monitor Hong, you must first practice lifting a cow!

hong: how can I hear you call names?

Zhang: that's not what I meant. I mean, as long as you lift the cow, you can be lifted.

hong: why do I still sound like swearing?

Zhang: Oh, let me tell you a story. There was a strongman in the former Soviet Union. How did he practice it? When he was young, his mother asked him to lift the calf. The calf grew up day by day, and his strength grew day by day. Finally, I finally became a Hercules.

crowd: oh, I see.

Mao: oh, yes, I have to lift something first. Monitor, you go and buy me a cow.

hong: think of good things!

Mao: I won even if I don't buy it. There seems to be a lamb in the circle (changed to Henan Putonghua). I'll lift it! (running out of the dormitory, everyone starts to point to Xiao Zhang)

(in the operation room)

Gao: Monitor, I want to tell you something.

H: We'll talk about it later. Didn't see that I was