discussed with Sun Guoxin the placement of these people. Fan Keqin immediately took his leave and walked out of the director's office. There is no need for Fan Keqin for the rest of the work today, Zhuang Xiaoman has done all the bits and pieces.

When it was time to leave work in the evening, Fan Keqin went back a little early, and tonight was Chinese New Year's Eve. It was he who drove to the telegraph office first and sent a telegram of blessing to his father, uncle, and aunt.

However, I may not be able to go back to my hometown in Zigong this year, but I am not sure. The main thing is that it depends on when the action unit of the Midijia War Intelligence Bureau can come, and if you come early, you may not be able to go back. For this kind of uncertain situation, it is better not to say it. Save the old people in the family to rejoice in the air. The content only said that he needed to wait for some news, and after it was confirmed, he would give the letter to the elders.

Then Fan Keqin bought a box of wine, a box of drinks, and went home directly. Entering the house, Fan Keqin saw that Lu Xiaoya was making noodles, and the meat filling next to him had already been made. The dish or something, the one that should be cut has been cut, as long as it is done.

Fan Keqin immediately began to flicker, and said: "Oh, look, my family's mouth is so virtuous, everything that should be done and what shouldn't be done has been done." What would I do without you? ”

Lu Xiaoya was happy and said, "Don't sell it cheaply." Wash your hands and help me make dumplings. ”

In other words, dumplings are a symbol in Chinese cuisine, but in fact, in the south, there are some places where this custom is not available. However, in this year, refugees from all over the country are mixed together, although Lao Jiang Tou is a "master of micro-exercises", there is a saying that is still true, people are not divided into old and young, and there is no distinction between north and south. It is mixed together, and the customs of the south are also learned by the northerners, and the customs of the north are also learned by the southerners. China is also a very inclusive country. It's a mix of various customs, and if it weren't for the invasion of little devils, it would definitely be stronger than now. In addition, Lu Xiaoya's mother is a northerner, so it is too normal to eat dumplings.

"Hey, yes." Fan Keqin agreed and immediately went to wash his hands. It is said that he was a northerner in his last life, but in this life he is a southerner, but no matter which side he is, as long as he is a descendant of Yan and Huang.

Fan Keqin yelled while washing his hands: "Oops, did you call Daddy?" ”

"Huh? Hit. Lu Xiaoya glanced at him and said, "Don't be startled, scare me." ”

"Hey, hey." Fan Keqin said: "How about it, Daddy can't come?" ”

Lu Xiaoya said: "Ah, I can't say it, let us go tomorrow." ”

"Okay. Then I'll give my dad a call. Fan Keqin said, came to the phone, picked up the receiver and called Lu Suiyun. That's etiquette. It was her business for Lu Xiaoya to talk to her father, but she couldn't help but say a few words.

After the phone was connected, Fan Keqin asked Lu Suiyun to come over for the New Year, and said that he wanted to show his skills in the kitchen. Let him come over and have a good taste, and finally said that he would have to drink a few more glasses during the New Year, Lu Xiaoya couldn't drink enough, even if it was two people, he couldn't drink together, so he had to let Lu Suiyun go out in person.

The invitation is still very sincere. However, Lu Suiyun still couldn't come, saying that he invited the old brothers from several hospitals, and they all came to their own homes to celebrate the New Year together.

Since this is the case, there is no way, Fan Keqin said that he and Lu Xiaoya will go over tomorrow to pay New Year's greetings to the elders. Then he put down the phone and went back to ...... Washing his hands again, he came to the table and opened the bag at the same time as Lu Xiaoya.

Lu Xiaoya's speed of rolling skin is not good, but Fan Keqin is swishing and rolling, like a ruthless skinning machine. After saving a lot, he began to incarnate as a "dumpling making machine with feelings", swishing and swishing. stared at Lu Xiaoya's eyes.

After rolling the last bit of noodles into dumpling wrappers, Fan Keqin turned around and went into the kitchen to start cooking again, leaving Lu Xiaoya to wrap it by herself for a while. By the time Fan Keqin had finished the meal, Lu Xiaoya's noodles had just finished wrapping. Directly placed on the balcony on the second floor, now the weather is cool and not easy to break.

Fan Keqin put the drink next to Lu Xiaoya, and he opened the drink, ready to drink with Lu Xiaoya. Then I took advantage of the strength of the wine to be a big demon with Lu Xiaoya.

That's it, the two of them are talking and laughing, fighting and fighting, don't look at the two of them, but this year is also very good. There is a saying: the sound of cannons rumbles, the applause is thunderous, the heat is fierce, and the momentum is like a rainbow. Your heart burns again, your feet beat again, and you show off in unlimited quantities...... Move it......

The next day, the two of them cleaned up neatly, and there was no place for Zhou to collapse up and down - they went to Lu Suiyun's house.

At this time, the old buddies in Lu Suiyun's family hadn't left yet. It just so happened that I was singing with Lu Xiaoya yesterday, and I didn't drink much.

So, Fan Keqin, Lu Suiyun and a few elders had a good drink. and Lu Xiaoya stayed until the evening before leaving. When I got home, it wasn't even seven o'clock, so early? Then don't talk about it, let's continue to take a mandarin duck bath.

That's it, Fan Keqin and Lu Xiaoya have been at home all the time, singing or something for three days off. On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, it was finally determined that I might not be able to return to my hometown in Zigong. Didn't say anything, send a telegram to their dad again, explaining the situation.

Soon another day passed, and on the fifth day of the new year, Fan Keqin drove to the Security Bureau. Today, the operational unit of the War Intelligence Bureau is about to arrive, and I have to take a look at it myself. Call Zhao Debiao, Bai Fengtai, Kang Changming, and Wang Zhanyuan to the field captains, and give them orders like this. Fan Keqin watched from the side.

Sure enough, after a while, a convoy of trucks drove in. followed the dumplings like a hundred and forty Meidi family. Judging by the looks of these people alone, Asians can account for about 40 numbers. The rest are whites and blacks. But blacks are the least, only fourteen or five.

However, this situation is not strange in the eyes of Fan Keqin. This was originally the operational unit of the Asian branch of the War Intelligence Bureau, and it was normal for there to be a lot of Asians in it. However, Fan Keqin knows the information of these people, and they are all from the Meidi family.

After these Meidi family members got out of the car, they could be described as ghosts crying wolves, some looking around, some taking pictures everywhere, and groups of three or five smoking and chatting.

Is it an exaggeration? It's really not an exaggeration at all, the Meidi family is like this. Think about it, during the Anti-Japanese War, Chinese soldiers have been fighting since the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War, have you ever heard that after the war, let these troops all pull down the rear, and then spend a vacation or something? Not really.