Huo Yi thought deeply, "I grew up in the love of my parents, graduated smoothly and got a job, nothing special."

Tsk, Brother Shen is dishonest, he looks like a boy with a story!

For his brief summary, not only 1803 doesn't believe it, even the dog doesn't believe it, "Woof!"

The dog is lying.

However, the other person's aura is there, but Jiang Ning doesn't speak, 1803 doesn't have the courage to ask.

"Eat quickly." Jiang Ning urged, "The food will get cold later."

Zhang Chao hurried down the stairs, "Yes, eat quickly."

Taking a bite of the fat but not greasy, delicious and tasty braised pork, I felt that my soul was sublimated in the end times.

Lu Yu took a few sips and said intoxicatedly, "Aning, the New Year is coming soon. How are we

going to celebrate it?" Jiang Ning had no objection. It was fine to celebrate it in any way.

Zheng Weili suggested, "Why don't we three families cook together? That way it will be more lively?"

In fact, Jiang Ning and the other two never liked the New Year. The New Year is a day for family reunion, but they have no home to return to. But

Zheng Weili is different. She has a home. 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 is a little sad. His wife said during the summer vacation that she would take him back to meet her parents after the 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 hard enough. Let's get together and have a lively New Year. Maybe things will return to normal next year."

In the three years of the apocalypse, liveliness represents danger, so Jiang Ning doesn't like liveliness.

But he has lived on the 18th floor for a long time. During this period, he stayed at home every day, even when he was practicing with Huo Yishen, but he was actually taciturn and didn't say much except for professional training instructions.

Zhang Chao and Lu Yu have funny personalities, and they grew up together, so she was more relaxed about 1803. "I have no objection."

Huo Yishen, who was a culinary disaster, had even less objection. Doudou was overjoyed. "Great, I can finally spend the New Year with my brother."

Huo Yishen touched her head. "Well, this year my brother doesn't have to work, and he can spend the New Year with Doudou."

For some reason, when Jiang Ning heard him say this, it seemed like not just one year, but the end of time.

After eating the grilled fish, they added noodles and sweet potato flour to the soup. Everyone ate until their stomachs were full and sighed with satisfaction.

"As expected, Aning has 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 this little stuff, and I've almost squandered it."

"We still have frozen meat, but without your skills, I'm afraid it will be wasted."

Jiang Ning didn't dare to take credit, "The braised pork was made by Shen, it has nothing to do with me."

"Aning, you are biased, you teach Brother Shen but not me." Lu Yu talked for free, "Teach me one day, I want to make it for my wife Lili."

Jiang Ning was disgusted, goosebumps all over his body, "Chao, I sympathize with you."

Zhang Chao, who was almost in tears, "..."

Living, it's really not easy!

After eating a full meal and being covered in smoke, Jiang Ning went home, locked the door, and took a comfortable hot bath in the room.

After changing into pajamas and reading on the bed, she unwrapped the chocolates that Huo Yishen had given her.

Hmm, chocolate with liquor filling, silky and delicate.

Needless to say, expensive stuff.

It was time for a nap, Jiang Ning put down his book and packed up the snacks and chocolates, and unexpectedly found that the box containing the chocolates was actually heart-shaped...

Well, it's just a marketing trick. If it had nothing to do with love between men and women, how could it be sold at such a high price?

For high-end luxury goods, the packaging is a gimmick, but it's just a trick.

The end of the year is approaching, and since we are going to celebrate the New Year, we must have a good one.

In order to have a warm New Year, all the members of 1803 went out to chop wood, but the trees in Fengshan had been chopped down long ago, and it would take a whole day to go back and forth to the nearest villa complex in the middle of the mountain.

"Aning, are you going?"

Jiang Ning chose to be lazy, "Don't worry about me, just let me freeze to death."

Huo Yishen was also lazy, "Neither Doudou nor I are cold."

When Grandma Zhong learned that 1803 was going to chop firewood, she enthusiastically suggested, "The firewood is too heavy, and it's not cost-effective to carry it back and forth. You can make charcoal and bring it back."

Make charcoal? 18th Floor doesn't know how to do it.

Grandma Zhong clapped her thighs and smiled, "Making charcoal is very simple, I'll teach you."

So, Grandma Zhong passed on the traditional method of burning charcoal that had been out of use for decades to 1803.

Lu Yu, who didn't know the difference between grains, was confused and couldn't even tell the difference between riveting and nailing. But Zhang Chao was quick-witted and responded, "Thank you, Grandma Zhong, we understand."

It was unrealistic to go back and forth every day. 1803 took the sled and tent and vowed not to come back without a few hundred kilograms of charcoal. "Aning, Brother Shen, the 18th floor will be handed over to you. Wait for us to return triumphantly."

Going out to chop wood is dangerous, but you can't survive without charcoal fire.

Jiang Ning warned: "Be careful and don't sleep too deeply at night." As for

safety issues, 1803 was still confident. He carried a crossbow and peanuts with him, either of which could kill people. Besides, there was also Zheng Weili, the old boxer, who gave Zhang Chao and Lu Yu a full sense of security.

However, Zhang Chao wanted to kidnap Coke.

The dog wanted to have fun, but he finally refused the temptation and firmly held the poop shoveling 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, the closer it got to the end of the year, the more dangerous it was. After all, pickpockets and robbers also had to celebrate the New Year. Someone needed to stay on the 18th floor to guard it. "I'll stay."

When he went 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 about it and said, "No, for now. If there is anything suitable, you can bring it for me."

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, the department store does not have the space she has, but the supplies need to be transported, and Jiang Ning has not held a New Year's Day. She is tired of the life of neither human nor ghost in the three years of the apocalypse.

Now that conditions allow, of course she should enjoy the present, otherwise she will die one day and the supplies in the space will be wasted.

Since she is going to hold a party, she should hold it lively. She needs to learn from others.

As the Spring Festival is approaching, the stalls in the department store are much busier than last time. Some people are selling blessing characters and couplets.

It's a pity that the survivors can hardly fill their stomachs, so how can they have extra food to buy couplets?

Looking at the excitement in front of the stall, recalling the Spring Festival in the heyday, her expression immediately became extremely gloomy.

To be honest, the couplets are really well written, and the calligraphy is very strong. I think it was created before the apocalypse.

"How much?"

The embarrassed middle-aged man rubbed his hands to keep warm, "Five spring couplets plus a stack of blessing characters, half a catty of rice or noodles."

After setting up the stall for several days without making a single transaction, the middle-aged man was very anxious, "Little girl, this is the couplet I wrote by hand. You can tell from the handwriting that it is definitely worth the price. You won't be cheated or fooled."