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Let’s have dinner!

If we talk about the atmosphere of various branch venues in the base before, it was like a hot oil pan.

Then the instructions for starting the meal from Li Jue's mouth were undoubtedly a piece of meat put into the pot:

The moment it was put into the pot, the pot began to boil.

And then there is.

The meat is fragrant.

"smell good"

The location of the Jiufen Factory is also the No. 4 branch venue for today’s New Year’s Eve dinner.

A young man with a shaved head sniffed greedily:

"The aroma is tangy, this pot is definitely filled with mutton!"

"Come on!"

Seeing his appreciative posture, a tall and thin man sitting next to the short-skinned young man couldn't help but roll his eyes:

"Wang Chong, this is table 137. The stove is more than a hundred meters away from us. What the hell can you smell?"

"It still smells bad. I don't know what the smell is, but it's probably because you smell your own feet."

The young man named Wang Chong was not angry when he heard this, he just laughed twice:

"Hey, Lao Zhou, it's the Chinese New Year, so don't go online."

"This is the first collective New Year's Eve dinner we have had at the base in a long time, and it's especially meat-filled dumplings. Who else can be calm?"

"Remember this time last year, we shared a fish together, found a pile of rocks to set up a fire, and had a meal with your precious bottle of Fenjiu--it seems to be right here Is it nearby?"

Hearing Wang Chong's words.

The tall and thin man known as Lao Zhou also fell silent immediately.

The tall and thin man's full name is Zhou Ziwen. Like Wang Chong, he is an old man at the base - they arrived at Jinyintan when the base was still laying the foundation.

They have witnessed the construction, completion and development of the base with their own eyes. This is their fourth year in the Northwest.

Just as Wang Chong said.

Due to limited supplies, the base’s New Year’s Eve dinner in previous years was not very sumptuous.

For example, the per capita quota for last year's New Year's Eve dinner was one steamed bun, half a fish, and three ounces of pork. A group of seven people in the workshop received a box of canned beef.

At that time, the wife of a worker in Zhou Ziwen's workshop had given birth and was in urgent need of replenishing her meat quality.

So they took the initiative to give the meat to their coworkers, and returned to the dormitory with only the cornstarch and fish.

Later, Wang Chong and Zhou Ziwen figured it out. Although the pork and beef were given to the workers, there was still a sense of ceremony after all during the Chinese New Year, right?

So Zhou Ziwen took out the Fenjiu that the base had rewarded when he had made meritorious deeds, and the two found a pile of rocks and set up a fire to cook a grilled fish.

That bottle of Fenjiu was originally kept by Zhou Ziwen to drink when he went home to get married, and he felt distressed about it for a long time.

Who would have thought that in less than a year, the base’s New Year’s Eve dinner would change from steamed buns to meat-filled dumplings?

to be honest.

Until the dumplings were about to be served, Zhou Ziwen still didn't believe it.

"Give way, give way!"

While Zhou Ziwen was deep in thought, a loud shout suddenly sounded not far away:

"The food is served!"

Swish——

After hearing this, Zhou Ziwen subconsciously turned to look at the source of the sound, and saw a conspicuous team wearing white clothes and hats suddenly appeared dozens of meters away from them.

This team probably consisted of dozens of people, each holding a wooden dinner plate about one meter wide in his hand.

Although he couldn't see clearly what was inside the dinner plate due to his limited field of vision, looking at the steam rising from the dinner plate, Zhou Ziwen also had a guess in his mind.

Suddenly.

Zhou Ziwen also twitched his nose a few times.

strangeness.

Why could I still smell the aroma of meat even though I was dozens of meters away?

"It must be from our table. It must be from our table."

However, before Zhou Ziwen was lost in thought for a few seconds, his attention was pulled back by Wang Chong beside him.

I saw my roommate staring blankly at the food serving team, mumbling some strange words.

So Zhou Ziwen couldn't help but bumped Wang Chong with his elbow and asked:

"Wang Chong, what's wrong with you? Is Fan Jin possessed?"

"Fan is so stupid!"

Although Wang Chong looks sullen and looks like a farmer brother with his face turned to the loess and his back to the sky, he is actually a genuine college student, and he is naturally familiar with some allusions:

"I'm waiting for the meal, okay? Didn't you hear what Consultant Xu said?"

"I'm not active in eating, I have a brain problem - hey, this group of people really seems to be coming towards us!"

After hearing Wang Chong's last words, Zhou Ziwen subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the kitchen shed.

as expected.

The direction in which the food delivery team appeared this time coincided with their table No. 137.

As the procession progressed, people kept putting their dinner plates on the tables passing by, and placed the plates on the tables amidst everyone's enthusiastic greetings.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Ziwen stopped talking. Instead, like Wang Chong, he watched eagerly as the food delivery team got closer and closer.

Some children were even more excited, holding their chopsticks and tapping the edge of the table like a drum, making babbling noises.

As the team got closer, what was on the dining board became clear:

Five or six plates of steaming dumplings were placed on each dining board. The number of dumplings on each plate was about thirty or forty, and the plates were piled high.

Every time the team passed a table, there would be a burst of cheers from the table.

More than a minute later.

The food delivery team, with only seven or eight people left, finally arrived at table No. 137. Then, under the gaze of everyone on the table, a middle-aged man in his forties glanced at the number on the table:

"That's right, table 137 is right here."

"Comrades, please give way and serve the dumplings!"

This person just finished speaking.

Several figures suddenly stood up beside him. While giving up their positions, they made gestures to hold the plates:

"Comrade, just leave it alone, I'll come, I'll come!"

"No, no, no!"

Although this was not the first time this happened, the middle-aged man in charge of serving food couldn't help but shout:

"Comrades, please put down your plates first. Not all of them belong to you. There are also those from other tables."

"ah?"

After hearing this, Wang Chong, who was about to carry the plate, couldn't help but be stunned:

"Didn't you say that this dumpling meal is a buffet, that you eat it with your belly open? Why is there a limit on the number of dumplings?"

"You can open your belly and eat whatever you want."

The middle-aged man snorted angrily and put his cuffed hands on his waist like a neighborhood committee lady:

"But don't you see what time it is now? Dinner has just started, little comrade."

"These dumplings are served first to satisfy everyone's stomach because they are anxious to wait. In gringo parlance, they are called appetizers. The main course comes later - after all, it takes time to make dumplings, doesn't it?"

"Our venue No. 4 is a big venue, with a total of more than 4,000 people and 400 tables. The food delivery speed must be a little slower than that of other branch venues."

"If all these dumplings are given to your table, what about the comrades next door? Let them watch you eat?"

At the end of the sentence, the middle-aged man reached out and nodded around them.

Only then did Wang Chong notice that the table next door was also empty. Several children were staring blankly at their table and drooling.

So he quickly retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted and apologized again and again:

"I'm sorry, comrade. I'm really sorry. I was only thinking about dumplings. I didn't realize how much you have to bear with me."

Others at Wang Chong's table also noticed that there were more children at the next table, so they also answered the conversation:

"That's right, if we all take away the dumplings, wouldn't we be the only ones eating alone?"

"Comrade, you haven't eaten yet, right? Why don't you take a few bites first?"

"Comrade, why don't you give the dumplings from our table to the children next door first? There is only one child at our table, Lele, and we can just leave a few dumplings for him. We adults will be fine if we hold on for a while."

"I agree!"

Seeing that everyone at the table understood his statement very reasonably, the middle-aged man's anger gradually subsided.

I saw him quickly waving his hands and saying:

"It's a good thing that everyone has this awareness, but there is no need to promote this style."

"Again, we have enough dumplings today, there is no need to give in to each other."

"In the words of Mr. Wolu, what we rely on to rally the team and unite people's hearts is that comrades "Follow me" rather than "Follow me".

"But the goal of national development is to change from [Follow me] to [Give me] - this means that we have more supplies on hand, and we don't need to use human waves tactics to fill them with lives."

"The same goes for today's dumpling meal. There is no need to push it around, because everyone will have a full meal in the end!"

Say it.

The middle-aged man quickly placed two plates of dumplings on Wang Chong's table:

"There are two appetizers per table, and the dumpling soup will be delivered by a comrade later."

"As for the next round, look, it has already begun!"

Wang Chong looked in the direction pointed by the middle-aged man and found that it was also in the direction of the stove. At this time, another food delivery team wearing white clothes and white hats set off.

And unlike middle-aged men and others.

The team that set off this time was mainly based on small carts. Each cart was divided into four or five layers and could hold many more dumplings than dinner plates.

So Wang Chong and others stopped pushing and moved the plate brought by the middle-aged man to the center of the table.

There were more than sixty dumplings in the two plates, so everyone divided them according to whole numbers, and each person scooped six dumplings into their own bowls.

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Wang Chong carefully picked up a dumpling. Although the outdoor temperature was very low at this time, the base had already set up a greenhouse in advance. In addition, the hot dishes that were freshly baked did not get cold that quickly, so Wang Chong picked up the dumpling. When I arrived, the dumplings in front of me were still steaming.

Dumplings may seem simple, but the secret behind them is quite deep.

For example, Wang Chong worked in the First Machinery Department before coming to the base, and the canteen of the First Machinery Department also served dumplings during the Chinese New Year five years ago.

But at that time, the dumplings made by the Yiji Department were very thick, and you could barely see any bulges on the surface when you put them in front of you. This meant that there wasn’t much filling inside, and the thick skin made it easy for people to fill up in just a few pieces. stomach.

Of course.

This cannot be said to be a one-stop shop. It is not easy for everyone these days, and it is already good to have dumplings to eat.

However, the dumplings cooked by the base this time are different. There are many bulges of internal fillings on the surface, which means that the skin of the dumplings is very thin.

Thin dumpling skins make it difficult to fill your stomach, and secondly, they require more fillings.

This is said to be meat filling.

Think of this.

Wang Chong couldn't help but swallow, and stuffed the dumpling into his mouth.

Wang Chong's tooth structure is slightly different from ordinary people. The tiger teeth on his upper and lower jaws are blunter or flatter than ordinary people. Therefore, it is difficult for him to eat many thick foods in the first place. Armor breaking'.

But this time.

As soon as the hot dumplings entered his mouth, Wang Chong almost subconsciously gritted his teeth. His tiger teeth, which were not very sharp, easily broke through the dumpling wrapper.

Immediately afterwards.

A full amount of stuffing juice leaked out from the breach, instantly soaking Wang Chong's teeth.

Wang Chong's tongue was instantly filled with the rich aroma of meat.

Wang Chong subconsciously covered his mouth tightly with his hands, fearing that the aroma would escape from his mouth - for Wang Chong at this moment, this was an unforgivable crime.

He first inhaled the rich soup into his throat. While the soup flowed down his throat, he slowly chewed the dumpling filling with a richer aroma.

Do not know why.

An idiom suddenly appeared in Wang Chong's mind:

This life is absolutely delicious.

Many, many years later.

In order to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the successful explosion of the atomic bomb and the hydrogen bomb, the Rabbits once made a special trip to film an official documentary.

In this documentary, the film crew interviewed many employees who worked at Base 221.

Facing the camera, the director once asked each interviewer a question:

"In the years you were at Base 221, apart from the day the nuclear bomb exploded, which day left the deepest impression on you?"

The film crew thought that this answer should be more diverse.

For example, some people may say that it is the moment when they are told the truth about the base, and some people may choose the day when they arrive at the base.

In addition, some people may be more family-oriented and will choose a day to inform their families that they are going on a mission, and then recall the past when their husbands or wives expressed support for them without knowing the specific truth.

Some members may also talk about a certain ordinary point in time, and then further explain what they encountered on that day - for example, they encountered an accident while doing an experiment, and survived narrowly and narrowly, etc.

This is a common technique in documentaries, and it can unfold the story very well.

But what surprised the film crew.

Whether it was Qian Fifth Master, Lu Guangda, Guo Yonglai, or an ordinary employee like Wang Chong with a family full of children and grandchildren, the answer given by everyone was the same:

“New Year’s Eve the year the atomic bomb went off.”

When the director asked further about the reason, he received a very simple reply:

“Because on that day, everyone ate very full and delicious food.”

Note:

I originally posted an update yesterday, but something happened at home and I couldn't write anything at all.

It’s the matter between my grandpa and my eldest uncle. I remember the reason was mentioned a long time ago. But two days ago, my grandpa went through an inheritance notarization without telling everyone, but he still didn’t give a penny to his eldest uncle. It was someone within the system who heard about this through his own channels, and he brought his aunt to the house yesterday to make a fuss.

I have been persuading my mother to report it on Fujian TV’s lifestyle program. That lifestyle program had very high ratings in our local area, and once it aired, he basically had no face to make trouble.

But my mother doesn’t want to “lose this person”, and my father can’t make the final decision (because it’s my mother’s side of the matter), so I can’t kill him first and tell him later. Hey, it gives me a headache.