Huo Yi thought deeply and said, "I grew up in the love of my parents, graduated successfully and started working. There is nothing special about it."
Tsk, Brother Shen is not honest. You can tell at first glance that he is a boy with a story!
Not only did 1803 not believe his brief summary, even the dog did not believe it, "Woof!"
Meng dog.
However, Jiang Ning's aura was there, and he just didn't say anything, so 1803 didn't have the courage to ask him.
"Eat quickly." Jiang Ning urged, "The food will get cold soon."
Zhang Chao hurried down the stairs, "Yes, eat quickly."
Taking a bite of the delicious braised pork that is fat but not greasy, I feel that my soul has been sublimated in the end times.
Lu Yu took a few puffs quickly and said intoxicatedly, "Aning, the New Year is coming soon, how are we going to celebrate it?"
Jiang Ning had no objection and could live any way he wanted.
Zheng Weili suggested, "Why don't the three of us start a fire together? That way it will be more lively?"
In fact, Jiang Ning and the other two never liked the Chinese New Year. The Chinese New Year is a day for family reunions, but they were homeless.
But Zheng Weili is different. She has a home, and even if she can't go back now, she still wants to celebrate the New Year in a foreign land.
Speaking of which, Lu Yu felt a little sad. During the summer vacation, his wife said that she would take him back to meet her parents after the Chinese New Year, but who knew that the natural disaster would come.
He took his wife's feelings into consideration and quickly agreed: "The natural disaster is bad enough. Let's get together and have a lively New Year. Maybe things will return to normal next year."
During the three years of the apocalypse, hustle and bustle meant danger, so Jiang Ning did not like hustle and bustle.
But after coming back and living on the 18th floor for a long time, he stayed at home every day during this period. Even when he was practicing with Huo Yishen, he was actually a taciturn person and didn't say much except for professional training instructions.
Zhang Chao and Lu Yu have funny personalities, and they grew up together, so they were more relaxed when facing 1803. "I have no objection."
Huo Yishen, who was a disaster in the cooking field, had no objection. Doudou was extremely excited, "Great, I can finally celebrate the New Year with my brother."
Huo Yi touched her head deeply and said, "Well, this year, brother doesn't have to work and will spend the New Year with Doudou."
For some reason, when Jiang Ning heard him say this, it seemed as if not just a year had passed, but rather as far as the end of time.
After eating the grilled fish, they added noodles and sweet potato vermicelli to the soup. Everyone ate until their stomachs were full and sighed with satisfaction.
"As expected, we still need Aning to come so that we can eat meat and drink wine."
"Don't worry about it." Jiang Ning knocked on the weak and frail, "I only have these few things, and I've almost squandered them all."
"We still have frozen meat, but we don't have your skills, so we're afraid it will be wasted if we cook it."
Jiang Ningke didn't dare to take credit for it. "The braised pork was made by Ah Shen. It has nothing to do with me."
"Aning, you are biased. You teach Brother Shen but not me." Lu Yu said with a eloquent voice, "Teach me someday. I want to cook for my wife Lili."
Jiang Ning felt sick and got goosebumps all over his body. "Chao, I sympathize with you."
Zhang Chao almost burst into tears, "..."
It’s really not easy to live!
After a big meal, Jiang Ning was covered in cooking smoke. He went home, locked the door, and went into the space to take a comfortable hot bath.
She changed into pajamas, sat on the bed and read a book, and opened the chocolate that Huo Yishen had given her.
Mm, chocolate with liquor filling, silky and delicate taste.
Needless to say, expensive stuff.
It was time for a nap. Jiang Ning put down his book and packed up his snacks and chocolates. He unexpectedly discovered that the chocolate box was actually heart-shaped...
Well, it's just a marketing trick. If it has nothing to do with love between men and women, how can it be sold at such a sky-high price?
For high-end luxury goods, the packaging is just a gimmick, but it’s just a coincidence.
The end of the year is approaching, and since we are celebrating the New Year, we should have a good one.
In order to have a warm New Year, all the members of 1803 went out to chop firewood, but all the trees in Fengshan had been cut down long ago, and it would take a whole day to go back and forth to the nearest villa complex halfway up the mountain.
"Aning, are you going?"
Jiang Ning chose to play badly, "Leave me alone, just let me freeze to death."
Huo Yishen also played badly, "Doudou and I are not cold."
When Grandma Zhong learned that 1803 was going to chop firewood, she enthusiastically suggested, "Firewood is too heavy, and it's not cost-effective to carry it back and forth. You can make charcoal and bring it back."
Making charcoal? The 18th floor can’t do that.
Grandma Zhong clapped her legs and said with a smile: "Making charcoal is very simple. I will teach you."
Therefore, Grandma Zhong passed on the traditional charcoal-making method that had been eliminated for decades to 1803.
Lu Yu, who didn't know the difference between grains, was completely confused. He couldn't even tell the difference between rivets and nails. But Zhang Chaopao was quick to react. "Thank you, Grandma Zhong. We understand."
It was unrealistic to go back and forth every day, so 1803 took the sled and the tent and vowed not to come back until he had several hundred kilograms of charcoal. "Aning, Brother Shen, the 18th floor is now in your hands. Wait for our triumphant return."
Going out to chop wood is dangerous, but you can’t survive without charcoal to keep warm.
Jiang Ning warned: "Be careful and don't sleep too deeply at night."
As for the safety issue, 1803 was still confident. He carried a crossbow and peanuts with him, either of which could kill someone. Besides, he also had Zheng Weili, an old boxer, who gave Zhang Chao and Lu Yu a full sense of security.
However, Zhang Chao wanted to take Coke away.
The dog wanted to have some fun, but ultimately rejected the temptation and clung firmly to his owner's thigh.
1803 left, and the 18th floor was so quiet. Jiang Ning suddenly didn't know how to communicate with Huo Yishen, "Well, the New Year is coming soon. I want to go out and buy some New Year's goods. Can you take care of the house?"
Huo Yishen didn't have anything to buy. Besides, it was getting more dangerous as the year drew to a close. After all, pickpockets and robbers also wanted to celebrate the New Year. Someone needed to be left guarding the 18th floor. "I'll stay."
When going out, Jiang Ning left the dog to him for training.
As a friendly and helpful neighbor, she took the initiative to ask, "Is there anything I can bring?"
Huo Yi thought deeply and said, "Not at the moment. If you find something suitable, please bring some for me."
That being said, how could she know what was suitable for him.
Perhaps it was just a casual remark, Jiang Ning did not take it seriously and went to the department store alone.
In fact, none of the department stores had as complete a space as hers, but supplies needed to be transported through a clear path, and Jiang Ning had never celebrated a New Year's Day. He was tired of the life of being neither human nor ghost after three years in the apocalypse.
Now that conditions permit, of course we should enjoy the present moment, otherwise we won’t know when we will die, and all the supplies in the space will be wasted.
Since we are going to do it, let's do it in a lively way. She needs to go and learn from others.
As the Spring Festival approaches, the stalls in the department store are much busier than last time, and there are even people selling blessing characters and couplets.
Unfortunately, the survivors could hardly even fill their stomachs, so how could they have enough food to buy couplets?
He watched the excitement in front of the stall and recalled the prosperous Spring Festival, and then his expression became extremely gloomy.
To be honest, the couplet is very well written, and the calligraphy is very powerful. I think the author had some attainments before the end of the world.
"How much?"
The embarrassed middle-aged man rubbed his hands to keep warm, "Five Spring Festival couplets plus a stack of blessing characters, and half a pound of rice or noodles."
After several days of setting up the stall without making a single transaction, the middle-aged man was quite anxious. "Little girl, this is a couplet I wrote myself. You can tell from the handwriting that it is definitely worth the price. You won't be cheated or fooled by it."
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