Qin Qinghuai understood it clearly.

"At this time, we are already afraid that outsiders might sneak in. The only people we can trust are these elderly people. You should just consider it an opportunity for the capable to do more work."

You can do a lot more; as for me, I can only talk.

I had something to do in the evening, so I didn't drink at noon, but I still indulged myself a bit, and it didn't end until the afternoon.

After the two left, Jian Dan went into the space, intending to decide what dumplings to make for dinner.

Whether in modern times or this era, people in Northeast China are particularly fond of eating dumplings.

As far as she knew, dumplings were always a special treat for any special occasion, whether it was the Spring Equinox, Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Beginning of Autumn, Mid-Autumn Festival, Beginning of Winter, Winter Solstice, New Year's Day, Laba Festival, Little New Year, Lunar New Year, the first month of the lunar calendar, or the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, or when important guests came to the house.

At this time of year, dumplings are considered the finest of grains, and people only grit their teeth and make some during the Lunar New Year, prioritizing the elderly and children.

She could tell from the way Qin Qinghuai and Qin Yi ate dumplings last time that there were a lot of them. Today is a festival for eating dumplings, so it's even more important to have some.

There were quite a few fillings in the space that could be used to make dumplings. She picked through them one by one: shrimp and chives, which they liked; fish, beef, mutton, venison. Other families would choose fillings with homophones for the New Year, such as celery or cabbage, but she didn't care; they were all meat.

Anyway, these two like to eat meat, so let them eat their fill during the New Year. If they can't finish it today, there's still the first month of the lunar calendar. As the old saying goes in rural Northeast China, the New Year celebrations last until the fifteenth of the first lunar month. So there's no need to worry about leaving it out at this time; it will freeze as soon as it's put outside, which is very convenient.

Let's get right to it.

It's too much trouble, but the ready-made seasoning packets, the meat grinder in the space, and the dough mixer are all very convenient. There are no outsiders, so she doesn't need to hide anything. She just puts the panel down. It's just a pity that there is no machine in the base that can directly make dumpling wrappers, otherwise it would be even easier for her.

However, the sounds of children's laughter and the occasional merriment of adults could be heard coming from outside.

"Happy New Year, Auntie! Have you eaten yet?"

"Happy Chinese New Year! My son isn't on duty this year; he said he'll come home tonight and we'll make dumplings together."

"Haha, that's great!"

Although there were no firecrackers, the atmosphere was still quite pleasant. With this background and some festive music playing, the simple yet relaxing atmosphere made the several bowls of minced meat in front of us disappear before we knew it.

She cast aside the faint sense of desolation and loneliness in her heart, patted her face,

"It's Chinese New Year, time to cook dumplings!"