nashuaworldcup Chapter 251 New Year's Eve Dumpling Feast
Chapter 251 New Year's Eve Dumpling Feast
Chapter 251 New Year's Eve Dumpling Feast
Even after the snowball fight, the sounds of laughter and chatter still echoed in the biting wind.
Old Wei rubbed his hands, which were red from the cold, while humming a little tune.
I walked briskly to the kitchen and started boiling water.
The fire in the stove burned brightly, illuminating Old Wei's weathered yet simple and smiling face.
Before long, Lao Wei steadily served two large bowls of dumplings onto the table.
"The dumplings are ready! They're ready!"
Old Wei shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of joy.
"Come and eat, come and eat dumplings!"
The warmth seemed to dispel the bitter cold of the dam area.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately gathered around the table.
His eyes were fixed on the steaming, fragrant dumplings.
The aroma made everyone's mouths water.
Everyone swallowed hard, eagerly picking up their chopsticks, ready to feast.
Suddenly, Meng Yue stood up, reached out to stop everyone, and shouted urgently.
"Hey, hey, everyone, don't eat yet!"
Her shout stunned everyone.
The chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and everyone looked at Meng Yue with puzzled expressions.
Meng Yue raised her voice a little more and said.
"Everyone, don't rush to eat!"
Da Yong scratched the back of his head, his face full of confusion and helplessness, and asked.
"No, Technician Meng, what's wrong? Why can't we eat?"
Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, Meng Yue smiled gently and raised her hand to signal them.
"Everyone, please sit down!"
Although everyone was full of doubts, they still sat down as instructed.
Meng Yue spoke slowly with a solemn expression.
"Today is our 216th day in Bashang."
"It was also our first New Year in Bashang."
"It is also the first celebration we have had since we went through life and death together."
Meng Yue's voice was full of emotion.
"This is a beautiful day, a day brimming with revolutionary romanticism."
"So I suggest that everyone recite their favorite line of poetry before we start eating dumplings."
"If you can't recite it, you can't eat it!"
Da Yong and Er Huang were stunned when they heard this.
Da Yong couldn't help but mutter.
"Wait, what are you doing, Technician Meng?"
"Aren't you deliberately trying to prevent us from eating dumplings?"
After hearing this, Meng Yue looked very apologetic and quickly explained.
"Old Wei, Dayong, Erhuang, none of you count!"
After saying that, she turned her gaze to Zhao Tianshan and asked with a hint of anticipation.
"Captain, you must carry it!"
"You've been in the army for so many years, you must have memorized poems, right?"
"Okay, then I'll set an example for everyone."
"It also represents you!"
Zhao Tianshan stood up with a smile and looked at Lao Wei and the other two.
First, he straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, then stood tall and spoke with great enthusiasm.
"It's all over, let's count the famous people, let's look at the present!"
His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the room.
"it is good!"
"it is good!"
As soon as Zhao Tianshan finished speaking, everyone applauded and cheered, the applause was thunderous and seemed to break through the roof.
"Xia, it's your turn!"
Meng Yue then looked at Xia Tian with anticipation in her eyes, indicating that it was his turn.
Xia Tian looked at Meng Yue and cleared her throat.
Just as everyone was holding their breath, thinking that Xia Tian was going to recite a poem, Xia Tian suddenly changed the subject.
"Comrade Xiao Meng, wasn't this your suggestion? Shouldn't you have gone first?"
"Okay, I'll do it!"
Without any hesitation, Meng Yue stood up.
With a firm and bright gaze, he recited the poem with deep emotion.
Only through hellish trials can one forge the power to create paradise.
Only fingers that have bled can produce the most beautiful music in the world!
"it is good!"
Listening to Meng Yue's highly infectious recitation, everyone cheered again.
The warm atmosphere made the whole room cozy.
"Xia Gong, I've finished reciting. Now it's your turn, right?"
Meng Yue looked at Xia Tian and said.
"Ahem, what is that..."
Summer coughed awkwardly twice and declined again.
"I'll be the last one! Let the other comrades go first."
(Actually, the author hadn't decided which sentence to use, and would appreciate suggestions from all readers.)
"But Engineer Xia, you're not going to renege on your promise, are you?"
"How could that be? The most powerful one is always the last to appear!"
"OK then!"
Hearing Xia Tian's words, Meng Yue didn't know what else to say.
He could only smile helplessly and turn to look at Qin Xuemei.
"Xuemei, how about you go next?"
"Okay, I'll do it!"
Qin Xuemei immediately stood up and slightly raised her head.
With a look of determination and deep emotion in his eyes, he began his moving recitation.
"I hesitate, waiting in this vast land for the sake of years of shameful history!"
"We are suffering too much in silence while we wait!"
"However, a nation has risen!"
"However, a nation has risen!"
Although Lao Wei and his two companions didn't understand poetry, they were still impressed by Qin Xuemei's expressive recitation.
Still feeling a sense of awe and wonder, they all applauded.
"My heart always yearns for the future, but I am often melancholy in the present."
Everything is fleeting, and everything will pass.
"And what's past will become a cherished memory!"
Ji Xiurong then stood up and began to recite.
"Still feeling nostalgic?"
"Ji Xiurong, shouldn't you wake up?"
Hearing that Ji Xiurong was still reminiscing, Da Kui spoke up directly.
"Da Kui, what nonsense are you spouting?"
"Xiurong is reciting 'If Life Deceives You,' which is Pushkin's most famous poem!"
"I'm just afraid she's still reminiscing about the past."
"It took us all a lot of effort to pull her out of the ditch."
"What if she falls into that trap again?"
Na Da Kui's concern for Ji Xiu Rong remained unchanged.
However, Ji Xiurong did not seem to appreciate it.
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