Girls Frontline: Griffin Security

[Commander is welcome to visit the base to inspect and guide our work!]

——This is a line of white words printed on a red banner, which is currently hanging above the main entrance of the base, fluttering in the wind.

Xu Bin didn't even need to think about it, he knew it was Type 92...

Is this the "weapon DNA" in the humanoids' bodies at work?

Fortunately, fortunately, she didn't organize a military band or a female welcoming group or anything like that, otherwise, I would be really embarrassed.

Xu Bin raised his hands to cover his eyes, and sat in the back seat to watch the Hummer drive into the camp...

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Inside the base, the dolls were methodically finishing up the work, moving all the renovation materials and garbage out of the building and sorting them out on the open ground, waiting to be transported away in batches over a week.

On both sides of the runway, the cafeteria, control tower, dormitory, and office buildings have all been renovated. In addition, six hangars are being painted. They are all solid and durable reinforced concrete buildings.

Of course, it is unreasonable to always use the excuse of "the stupid son of the landlord wanted to play with paper airplanes" to cover up the issue after such a large-scale "airport" was built...

Xu Bin is here today to solve this problem.

But it’s still early now, so there’s no rush, let’s go shopping first!

...

After parking the Hummer on the runway, Xu Bin walked directly into the dormitory building...

The dolls’ house is quite big.

Xu Bin walked from the first floor to the fourth floor and looked around a few times: it seemed that each room could accommodate 10 people for living and entertainment. If they were arranged more densely like military dormitories, it would not matter if the number of people could be doubled.

But that's not necessary.....He wants everyone to live more comfortably.

Under the arrangement of Type 92, the dolls are assigned dormitories in small teams, and each is responsible for their own decoration, so the style of each dormitory is different...

For example, the 64-style self-defense, their team's room is covered with tatami, saying that they can't sleep well without stepping on this thing;

In comparison, AK47 and her room are much more casual... There are only monochrome floor tiles and painted walls, with a few T-shirt words spray-painted on the wall.

The drunk girls still seemed very sleepy - they changed into sailor shirts as pajamas, lay down on the cardboard boxes and fell into a deep sleep (perhaps sailor shirts were the only non-monotonous color combination in their dormitory...);

K2 and the others were hiding in the dormitory eating turkey noodles. The walls were pink. Xu Bin didn't pay attention to that, but grabbed K2's bowl and took a bite.

...

We patrolled for more than 20 minutes and found no fire hazards.

After Xu Bin copied the location of his room in the notebook, he left dejectedly.

After going downstairs, the sweat on my forehead still couldn't stop flowing down.

Not for anything else, but for my own dormitory...

——My dormitory is clearly a single room, so why is the bed as big as four Simmons mattresses?

Is that a bed for eight people? Or is it for eighty people?

When he raised this question in his mind, Negev, who was helping him clean the room, smiled:

"Why do you need to order such a large bed? Commander, you don't know what's going on, right?"

Under the girl's cute pink hair, there was a sinister, sick smile...

So Xu Bin slipped out like this.

"Commander, where are we going next?"

Type 81 walked up and silently handed over the commander's thermos cup and asked.

"Let's go to the cafeteria first, then to the control tower."

Xu Bin took a few sips of the cold medicine in the cup and replied.

Normally, he didn't like to run around with a thermos cup in his hand, because doing so would make him look like a middle-aged man - just like the dean who loved to "read scriptures" to him when he was in elementary school in Longguo.

But I have a cold today, there’s nothing I can do.

She could only let Type 81 hold it for her, and walk away empty-handed. The girl didn't complain at all...

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When we arrived at the cafeteria, it was only half past 10 o'clock.

Xu Bin was not very hungry, but he wanted to see with his own eyes whether there were any fire hazards in the kitchen and whether safety could be guaranteed when cooking. Adhering to the principle of "one danger, two don'ts, and three refusals", he walked in early.

As the first place to be renovated in the entire base, Xu Bin found that the facilities inside were very complete and the formaldehyde smell had long since dissipated - this was the idea of ​​Type 92. She said: "The sooner the canteen can be put into operation, the sooner we can get rid of the delivery and labor costs of take-out meals."

Finally, when she showed Xu Bin the financial statements, he was shocked: Wow, at least hundreds of thousands of island currencies are saved every month!

I have to admit that she is much better than me in this aspect.

In line with the principle of "knowing people and making good use of them", Xu Bin handed over all the operations of the base construction to her. Now it seems that this decision was a wise one!

Arriving at the kitchen door,

The sound of kitchen utensils colliding and the aroma of food could be heard from inside. Xu Bin smelled it carefully and it seemed to be the smell of Chinese food...!

Feeling his heart surge in an instant, he pushed the door and walked in...

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"NZ75! Tell me! Why did you mix ketchup into sweet and sour pork??? Where do you get the guts???"

The human figures in the kitchen hadn't noticed the commander's arrival. At this moment, two girls were fighting with pots, spoons and forks.

So...is this how the kitchen utensils colliding sound was made just now?

"If it tastes good, just mix it. Why are you yelling so loudly?" NZ75 used a fork to catch 97 Hail's attack with the pot and spoon. "Go cook your borscht! Who will be in charge of making the sweet and sour pork? Wasn't that clearly decided when we drew lots?"

"Who wants to make that crappy borscht? It tastes weird like sweet rice dumplings!"

"Clang-!"

Another blow from the pot and spoon, NZ75 raised his hand to block it.

But this time, she couldn't hold on firmly.

The small steel fork flew out of his hand after receiving the huge force, and flew towards Xu Bin's face like an arrow...

"commander-!"

"Crack-"

Xu Bin frowned and pinched it between two fingers.

"Hello....."

His expression became more and more frightening: "Is this how you cook?"

.........

The cooking team at the base adopts a rotation system in which a group of people are replaced every three days.

The members of the "Zongzi and Mooncakes Can Be Both Salty and Sweet, and There Will Be No Internal Fights in the Future" team had just taken over the spoons this morning, and no one expected the commander to come over.

So at this moment, they really didn't dare to "fight among themselves". They apologized at once and began to stand obediently around the commander by the stove, waiting to report on the latest work situation.

"Um....."

Xu Bin first came to a large pot of broth and stirred it with a long spoon:

“How long does this need to simmer?”

“It takes more than 3 hours to stew.”

“.....This is a hard dish!” Xu Bin put the spoon back.

"Let's think of a way to solve this problem first, everyone! Don't let the other dolls go hungry at noon. I want to have lunch here today too."

Looking at the pot of sweet and sour pork mixed with tomato sauce on the table, Xu Bin tasted a piece and said.

He could have directly ordered 97hai and NZ75 to follow the recipe, but he felt that forcing them to cook dishes they hated was not a solution - he even discovered that the broth was borscht - and 97hai still resisted adding tomatoes.

"How about this..."

Putting his arm around NZ75's shoulder, Xu Bin pointed at the pot of sweet and sour pork and said, "You can stew the meat mixed with tomato sauce in the borscht. The soup is up to you. 97 Hail, you go make the sweet and sour pork?"

"Okay! I've been annoyed by that borscht for a long time, it's a weird foreign thing." 97 Xian screamed with joy and ran towards the frying pan.

(As it turned out, two hours later, she was drinking more borscht than anyone else.)

"But fried fat...wouldn't it be greasy if stewed in soup?" asked NZ75.

This was her first time talking to the commander, and she originally wanted to make herself sound a little "cooler"...

But I found that the commander's aura was stronger when assigning tasks. I couldn't be "cool" in front of him.

"Let's make the best of it. Food can't be wasted anyway."

Xu Bin thought for a moment and said, "Add more starch water to make a thick soup. As long as it is less greasy than fried meat, no one will find fried meat greasy. Oh, you can also blanch the pot-fried pork in water to remove the oil first."

“Ah…?” NZ75 was petrified on the spot after hearing this.

The commander's genius logic almost burned out her CPU.

But if you think about it carefully, the taste seems to be similar to the gravy in Western dishes, so there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

97 Xian doesn't care about the operation, she only cares whether the salty dishes have been modified. Then... can't you just innovate as much as you want?

and many more!

When did the Commander realize that he wanted to make new dishes for others to eat and listen to everyone's comments?

NZ75's pupils trembled as he looked behind him...

The commander left the kitchen, leaving only his back.