Mr. Big eats potatoes

[Military Fiction] [Light System] [Slice of Life]
Back then, the fire service was still a branch of the military.
Countless dreaming youths clutching steel guns were assigned to the firefighting forces that only used water guns and cannons.
Fang Huai, a seasoned firefighter, has been reborn? Of course, he's out for money!
Returning home, he found that even the camouflage bags from the Armed Forces Department had been brought back.
......
In an interview.
Fang Huai points to the myriad of Military Merit Medals on his chest.
"Each Military Merit Medal represents a step of my progress."
The reporter nods, "I understand the thrill of being rewarded, I was a soldier too!"
Fang Huai laughs and shakes his head: "No, you really don't understand."
......
This is a story about a military unit, but also a story about life.

After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

The following day, at the Squadron Department.


He Yongjun's tongue slid into the gap between his left molars, nudging the remnants of a cabbage leaf from his morning dumplings.


With surgical precision, his tongue gently prodded.


He tightened his lips and put a little force into it.


He looked around. There was no trash can in sight, so he just chewed it two more times and swallowed it down.


Ye Jiahong, quick on his feet, promptly pulled a trash can from the corner and drew a piece of paper from the desk, handing it to Old Teacher He.


Spitting out a glob of tobacco-laced phlegm, Old Teacher He took the tissue and wiped his mouth.


Who knew who he was talking to with that comment.


Chapter 218: Could you let him try first?