A familiar voice sounded in my ears, and everyone was stunned!

It's Zhao Qiuju.

Zhao Qiuju hurriedly walked over, holding a big pot in her hand, preparing a basket with bowls and chopsticks inside, all of which were new!

Zhao Qiuju put the pot on the table, then quickly put his hands beside her mouth and breathed carefully.

This pair of already rough hands is so cold that it turns blue and purple.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

"Auntie, you...you are..." Qin Yali couldn't help asking...

"Why do you have to? It's midnight in such a cold day, so come over..."

Zhao Qiuju's face always has such a silly and inferior smile.

"Not worry, no worry!"

After saying that, she took out the bowls and chopsticks, then she lifted the lid of the pot, and the hot dumplings suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

This scene contrasts sharply with Zhao Qiuju's cold blue hands and the snow on her body.

It made everyone feel a little sore in their noses.

"You are all pillars of the motherland, and you can't compare with me."

"I'm just a... country man. I can't do anything big, I can do some of these miscellaneous tasks."

"This time, if it weren't for the help from Director Chen and you, I would probably...hey!"

"Thank you."

"Eat quickly, it will be cold if you don't eat it!"

Listening to Zhao Qiuju's Mandarin in a strong dialect is full of simplicity and sincerity, his eyes are expectation.

Everyone couldn't help but want to cry.

Sometimes, what is most touching is not the grandeur, but the bowl of dumplings that come from the thirty year of the cold winter and are sent to the emergency room, warming the heart.

Those who make them feel that they are qualified and capable are saved by them, but there is no greeting during the Chinese New Year.

This makes everyone feel a little vulgar, full of rustic and even a little nervous, but the aunt who can think of them at critical moments.

"Thank you, aunt!"

"Yeah, thank you so much."

Everyone thanked each other.

He blushed when the aunt said this.

"Okay, don't praise me."

"I...I'm a little embarrassed."

Wang Qian was not there, so he picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth: "Wow, it tastes good!"

"You guys try it quickly!"

"Yeah?"

"I was robbed, Wang Qian, you bastard!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Looking at this lively scene, Zhao Qiuju's face also had a rare smile.

Perhaps, this is also the company she wants.

...

...

Sometimes life is like dumplings.

Wrap a lot of things together, some are sour, some are sweet, some are fragrant, and some are spicy.

It tastes delicious in your mouth.

It gets into the stomach and warms the stomach.

And at this time, it is even more heartwarming.

Looking at Jinxiu outside the window, listening to the countdown on the TV, and eating dumplings in the bowl.
Chapter completed!