Three days later, on January 1st, it is a Chinese festival, also commonly known as "New Year" in most countries in the world, which is the first day of the year.

The rare clear sky was filled with red clouds, and the long-lost sunshine brought warmth and vitality to the frost-covered land through the mist woven by the cold air.

Most of the survivors in the villa got up early and gathered in the courtyard, enjoying the rare winter sunshine.

Old Zhao spread out a wooden round table in the center of the courtyard. Wenquan Xin, who was coughing with Luo Baochun, saw this and curiously stepped forward to greet him: "Hey, Old Zhao, good morning, what are you going to do?"

Well?"

Lao Zhao was worried that there was no one to help with the work. When he saw Wenquan Xin coming to his door on his own initiative, he couldn't help but happily pulled out the plastic wrap from the pocket of his down jacket. He took out one end and handed it to the former's hand and said

: "You're here just in time, come and put this on the table with me."

Wenquan Xin was caught without any preparation. Perhaps the warmth of the sun made his thinking slow. He almost subconsciously cooperated with Lao Zhao's work. The two of them laid three floors in succession.

, Lao Zhao only clapped his hands and shouted to stop when the entire surface of the wooden table was covered.

"Oh, no, Lao Zhao, why don't you tell me which play you are singing in?

"Xiao Wen, this is the play we are going to sing today."

Wei Yang, wearing a light pink cotton apron, walked out of the villa briskly. She held a stainless steel vegetable basin in her hand. After she put the vegetable basin on the wooden table in the center of the courtyard, Wenquan Xin quickly stretched out her hands.

The head confirmed: "Mian!"

"Haha, yes, this is what Xiao Wang made up with last night. How about Xiao Wen, you woke up pretty well!" For the generation of children born in the 1980s, there are not many people who can cook pasta, especially those who are still young.

Young people like Xiao Wang who were born and raised in the south.

Wenquan Xin looked at it carefully, gave a thumbs up and praised it without hesitation: "Yes, Xiao Wang, what a good craftsmanship. But what are you doing?"

“Make dumplings!”

Wenquan Xin didn't find it strange to make dumplings. After all, making noodles is nothing more than doing these tasks, but if you make dumplings, you just make dumplings. Why do you have to set up a table and go to the courtyard to make the dumplings? It's because there are so many people here. Do you want to show off your skills?

?With psychological doubts, Wenquan Xin asked: "Why don't you make these dumplings in the living room? Why are you here?"

"Haha, let me ask you what day it is today?" Wei Yang asked, putting on disposable gloves on his hands.

To be honest, the apocalypse is a mess, and we are not as disciplined as in the past. We have to go to work every day, so now few people will deliberately remember the date, year, and month. For the current survivors, living a day is just a day's gain, and there is no way to protect everything.

I'm going to report to God the next day, so instead of wasting my brain on memorizing useless things, it's more practical to cover my head and have a good sleep.

After all, consuming brain cells is equivalent to consuming one's own physical strength, and the most precious thing in this world is materials, so it is better to do less of such low cost-effective things.

"Today is New Year's Day!" Seeing Wenquan Xin crying, he looked up and thought for a long time without an answer. Luo Baochun, who was standing beside him, simply replied for him.

"Oh, yes, I would have forgotten if I didn't mention it. Today is New Year's Day. But does New Year's Day have anything to do with you doing this...?" Wenquan Xin still pointed at the wooden table with an expression of incomprehension.

"Dumplings are eaten on New Year's Day, and everyone is reunited on New Year's Day. So these dumplings are only meaningful if everyone makes them together." After that, Wei Yang took out a stack of disposable gloves and handed them over.

In the hands of Wenquan Xin: "Comrade Xiao Wen, I will get rid of you in the task of greeting everyone. I will go into the house to bring the dumpling fillings."

"Oh... no..."

"Do a good job. I'll help Xiao Wang!" When Lao Zhao saw Wenquan Xin looking at him, he quickly patted the other party's shoulder, encouraged him, and disappeared.

"I..." Looking at the disposable gloves in his hand, Wenquan Xin helplessly shook his head and laughed twice.

Soon the originally quiet courtyard of the villa turned into a place where everyone was laughing and busy. In addition to the excitement, Wenquan Xin did not forget to tease Wang and Tang twice: "Oh my god, what did I say?"

.Weiyang, this job of making dumplings

Not just anyone can do it. Look, some people made it. Isn’t that thing a little bit dumpling-shaped? It’s just an innately inadequate thing. Then what are you going to do? Comrades, I have a hunch that this big guy can probably do it.

Drink boiled noodles and meatball soup."

"Boiled noodles and meatball soup...hahahahaha!" The more Wang Zhongyu thought about these words, the more insightful and funny he found them. Under the influence of his wanton laughter, others finally couldn't bear it and started laughing along with them.

As the saying goes, some people are happy and some are sad. Everyone is laughing with joy. However, Tang Xiaoquan and Wang Qiang are embarrassed. Although Wenquan Xin did not point out by name who the person he said was involved, but

Looking at the deformed work produced by their own hands, they still have some self-awareness.

"Okay, Xiao Wen, stop saying that. Let's get together to make dumplings today. The important thing is to feel the atmosphere of reunion. It doesn't matter how good the dumplings are."

Tang Xiaoquan glanced at his beloved with gratitude, but Wei Yang's remarks were not just to help him and Wang Qiang get out of trouble.

She probably has more of a beautiful expectation. Along the way, their team of survivors has experienced too many life and death situations, reunions and separations.

She has already regarded everyone here as her family, and she is very afraid that in the future days of her birthday, the people in front of her will leave her one by one for one reason or another.

So she cherishes the time she spends with everyone very much. On the occasion of New Year's Day, she gathers everyone together to make dumplings. She just wants to pray for everyone in this way, hoping that God can let her and all the members

The family can continue to live happily and happily as they do now.

Wenquan Xin's original intention was just to stir up the atmosphere, not to embarrass the two kings of Tang Dynasty. Now that he said this to Wei Yang, he found a reason to make a prank. He poked Wang Zhongyu beside him in a strange way and said: "Oh

, Zhongyu, have you seen it? What is love? This is love. Before they even get married, the young couple are closely united on the same front!"

"Oh... Xiao Wen... you... stop talking nonsense." Wei Yang's little face flushed with embarrassment. Although his mouth was a little unhappy, his heart was happy.
Chapter completed!