A few days passed, and the third brother's house was still quiet, with no movement at all.

Li Guifang was suspicious and thought they were planning to secretly give birth to a child.

But on second thought, she was too lazy to bother with Li Minghua's family affairs.

However, Li Guifang did not have much time to think about the affairs of their Li Minghua family.

When your son grows up, he will naturally be filial to you. If he is not filial, even if you help him wholeheartedly, he may not remember your kindness in the end.

Her career is booming now, and it is more practical to rely on her own money than on her son.

The winter solstice arrived in the blink of an eye. Li Guifang was at the flour mill discussing the order for flour.

Li Guifang had just finished checking the accounts with Accountant Liu from the flour mill. When she walked out of the office, the sky had already turned overcast.

"Singing the Motherland" was playing on the factory radio. Several workers who had just finished their early shift were walking towards the canteen with their necks hunched. The white air they exhaled mixed with the flour on their cotton-padded jackets and floated in the cold wind.

"Have you heard? We're having another winter solstice party this year, and we're eating dumplings again!" A young worker in a woolen hat said with a pout.

He has been working at this flour mill for three years, and every year he organizes social activities with the oil processing plant across the street.

That factory is right across from theirs, face to face, and they even know how many female workers there are on the other side. Is there still a need to organize a social gathering?

"Tsk, it's the same dumplings every year, can't we have something fresh?" said a middle-aged worker in blue overalls, rubbing his hands. "I might as well go home early and have a wife and kids and a warm bed. Isn't that better than this?"

"You know shit!" a white-haired worker interrupted. "A well-fed man doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man! We bachelors are counting on meeting girls on this day!"

The crowd erupted in laughter. A tall, thin worker, cigarette in hand, said sarcastically, "Come on, this is just a crappy factory social, eating dumplings. What do these girls want? Are they after the thicker dumpling wrappers from your flour mill?"

"That's right!" someone chimed in. "Last year at the machinery factory's social, they at least had a dance segment.

We're in a different situation here. We just ate some dumplings and then broke up. We didn't even play any interactive games. When we met the next day, we didn't know what to say!

"I just want to ask you what kind of filling the dumplings you ate yesterday!" joked the young man who had been complaining at the beginning.

"Just be content! It's good enough that the union can give us an organization!

"If I really ask you to make dumplings after get off work, I think you will cry so hard that you won't know how to sing!" An old man retorted leisurely!

Li Guifang couldn't help but let her imagination run wild as she listened to these people bickering!

In the union office in the distance, Director Yan of the union was having a headache. He stared straight at the notice that had just been delivered on the table, as if he wanted to see through the papers.

The general meaning of the letter, written in black and white and flowing on a piece of paper, is that this year's social gathering cannot just be about eating dumplings.

It’s the same old dumplings every year, there’s no novelty at all. We need to let the employees communicate more and come up with some creative programs.

This is simply too much work! Every year at the social gathering, everyone sits together and eats dumplings, which is such a warm and festive atmosphere. Why is it not the same this year?

As for the activity of eating dumplings on the Winter Solstice, she felt that their factory had insufficient benefits, so she learned the practice of eating dumplings on the Winter Solstice from a sister factory to the north.

At that time, I thought this was a good idea, simple and lively, and the employees liked it, so I kept using it.

Who would have thought that this year the higher-ups suddenly became dissatisfied and insisted on new ideas.

Let’s arrange a program. Should we let a group of fat and big-eared people dance disco, or perform flour kneading for the brother factory?

By then, we might be laughed at by other sister factories for a whole year!

And what else can we eat on the Winter Solstice if not dumplings? We've been eating it every year for years, and everyone's used to it. Now we need to change to something else. What should we change to? Drinking wine and eating meat are fine, but will the factory approve it?

The director became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it, and felt like his head was about to explode.

She stood up and paced back and forth in the office, scratching her hair from time to time, making her originally neat hairstyle a little messy.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the office door, and the "knock knock knock" sound was particularly clear in the silent office.

Director Yan raised his head drowsily, rubbed his eyes, and called out, "Come in."

The door slowly opened and Li Guifang appeared at the door.

Director Yan squinted his eyes and looked at him suspiciously, "Who are you looking for?"

Li Guifang, with a warm smile on her face, quickly walked to Director Yan's desk and said, "Director Yan, I have a good idea for a social gathering and would like to discuss it with you!"

When Director Yan heard this, his drooping eyelids suddenly widened, and his sleepiness disappeared without a trace in an instant, like smoke blown away by a gust of wind.

It was like someone handing her a pillow when she was sleepy. She suddenly became alert and sat up straight.

He stared at Li Guifang and said anxiously, "Hurry up, please sit down and tell me something. I'm worried about this!"

Li Guifang was not polite, she pulled a chair and sat down, cleared her throat, and said confidently: "Director Yan, I think we can hold a party for this year's social gathering.

Everyone is usually very tired from work, and the relaxed atmosphere of a party can allow everyone to completely relax.

Moreover, we can add a big cake and bring it out in the middle of the party, and everyone can blow out the candles and cut the cake together, what a great atmosphere it will be!"

Director Yan's eyes sparkled as he listened. He became interested and leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. He urged, "That's a good idea! Could you elaborate on it?"

Li Guifang continued, "Well...we can also set up some retro games, like rolling hoops and jumping rubber bands, and the winners will get small prizes.

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