Chapter 723 The Ultimate Taste of This Life

Let's eat!

If the atmosphere of the various venues in the base before was like a boiling oil pan.

Then the instruction to start eating from Li Jue's mouth was undoubtedly a piece of meat being put into the pot:

The moment it was put into the pot, the pot began to boil with crackling sounds.

Then, it was.

The aroma of meat filled the air.

"It smells so good"

The location of the ninth branch factory is also the No. 4 venue for today's New Year's Eve dinner.

A young man with a shaved head sniffed greedily:

"It smells a bit muttony, this pot is definitely filled with mutton!"

"Come on!"

Looking at his tasting posture, a tall and thin man sitting next to the young man with a shaved head couldn't help but roll his eyes:

"Wang Chong, we are table 137, the kitchen is more than a hundred meters away from us, what the hell can you smell?"

"It smells a bit muttony, I don't know what this smell is, but the muttony is probably because you smell the smell of your own feet."

The young man named Wang Chong was not angry when he heard this, but just laughed twice:

"Hey, Lao Zhou, it's New Year's Day, don't make a big deal about it."

"This is the first time we have eaten a collective New Year's Eve dinner in such a long time since we came to the base, and it's dumplings with meat filling. Who can be calm?"

"Remember this time last year, we shared a fish, found a pile of rocks to build a fire, and had a meal with your precious bottle of Fenjiu - I think it was nearby?"

Hearing Wang Chong's words.

The thin and tall man called Lao Zhou also fell silent.

The thin and tall man's full name is Zhou Ziwen. Like Wang Chong, he is an old man in the base - they came to Jinyintan when the base was still laying the foundation.

They witnessed the construction, completion and development of the base with their own eyes. This is their fourth year in the northwest.

Just as Wang Chong said.

Due to the limited supplies, the New Year's Eve dinner at the base in previous years was not very sumptuous.

For example, the per capita quota for the New Year's Eve dinner at the base last year was one steamed corn bread, half a fish and three taels of pork, and each group of seven people in the workshop received a box of canned beef.

At that time, the wife of a worker in Zhou Ziwen's workshop had given birth and urgently needed to replenish meat.

So they took the initiative to share the meat with the workers, and only took the steamed corn bread and fish back to the dormitory.

Later, Wang Chong and Zhou Ziwen discussed that although the pork and beef were given to the workers, there should be a sense of ceremony for the New Year, right?

So Zhou Ziwen took out the Fenjiu that the base rewarded him when he made meritorious service that year, and the two found a pile of rocks to build a fire and make a roasted fish.

Zhou Ziwen originally kept that bottle of Fenjiu to drink when he went home to get married, and he was distressed for a long time.

Who would have thought that in less than a year, the New Year's Eve dinner at the base would change from steamed corn bread to meat dumplings?

To be honest.

Until the dumplings were about to be served, Zhou Ziwen still didn't quite believe it.

"Make way, make way!"

Just as Zhou Ziwen was thinking, a loud voice suddenly sounded not far away:

"Serve the food!"

Shua——

Zhou Ziwen subconsciously turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and saw a conspicuous team of people wearing white clothes and hats appeared dozens of meters away from them.

The team was composed of dozens of people, and each of them held a wooden dinner plate about one meter wide in their hands.

Although he couldn't see the situation in the dinner plate clearly due to the problem of vision, Zhou Ziwen also had a guess in his heart when he looked at the steam coming out of the dinner plate.

Suddenly.

Zhou Ziwen also twitched his nose a few times.

Strange.

How could he smell the aroma of meat even though he was dozens of meters away?

"It must be from our table. It must be from our table."

However, before Zhou Ziwen was distracted for a few seconds, his attention was pulled back by Wang Chong beside him.

I saw that this roommate of mine was staring at the team serving the dishes, mumbling some strange words.

So Zhou Ziwen couldn't help but bump Wang Chong with his elbow and asked:

"Wang Chong, what's wrong with you? Are you possessed by Fan Jin?"

"Fan Jin!"

Although Wang Chong looked dark and looked like a farmer, he was actually a real college student and was naturally familiar with some allusions:

"I'm waiting for food, okay? Didn't you hear what Consultant Xu said?"

"If you are not active in eating, you have a problem with your brain - hey, this team seems to be coming towards us!"

Hearing Wang Chong's last words, Zhou Ziwen subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the kitchen shed.

As expected.

The direction of the team of food deliverymen that appeared this time happened to overlap with their table 137.

As the team was on the way, people kept putting their plates on the tables they passed by, and put the plates on the tables amid the enthusiastic greetings.

Seeing this, Zhou Ziwen stopped talking, and just like Wang Chong, he watched the delivery team getting closer and closer.

Some children were even more excited, holding chopsticks and beating the edge of the table like drums, babbling non-stop.

As the team approached, the things on the plates became clear:

Each plate had five or six plates of steaming dumplings, and each plate had about thirty or forty dumplings, filling the plates to the brim.

Every time the team passed a table, there would be cheers from the table.

More than a minute later.

The team of only seven or eight people finally arrived at table 137. Then, under the gaze of everyone at the table, a middle-aged man in his forties looked at the number on the table:

"That's right, table 137, it's here."

"Comrades, please make way, the dumplings are served!"

As soon as the man finished speaking,

Several figures stood up beside him, making way for him while pretending to pick up the plates:

"Comrade, just put them down. I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"No, no, no!"

Although this was not the first time he had encountered this situation, the middle-aged man in charge of serving the dishes couldn't help but shout:

"Comrades, put down your plates first. Not all of them are yours. There are also some from other tables."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Wang Chong, who was about to take the plates, was stunned:

"Didn't they say that this dumpling buffet is a buffet where you can eat as much as you want? Why is there a limit on the number?"

"You can eat as much as you want."

The middle-aged man snorted unhappily and said to Like a neighborhood auntie, he put his hands on his waist with sleeves:

"But don't you see what time it is now? The meal has just started, young comrade."

"These dumplings are served to fill your stomachs because everyone is waiting impatiently. In foreign terms, they are called appetizers, and the main course will come later - after all, it takes time to get dumplings, right?"

"Our No. 4 venue is a large venue, with more than 4,000 people and 400 tables in total. The speed of serving dishes is definitely slower than other branch venues."

"If all these dumplings are given to your table, what about the comrades next door? Let them watch you eat?"

At the end, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and pointed around them.

Only then did Wang Chong notice that the table next door was also empty, and several children were staring at their table and drooling.

So he quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and apologized repeatedly:

"I'm sorry, comrade, I'm really sorry, I was only thinking about the dumplings in my mind, and I didn't realize these things. Please bear with me."

The other people at Wang Chong's table also noticed that there were more children at the next table, so they also took up the conversation:

"That's right, if we all take the dumplings away, won't we be eating alone?"

"Comrade, you haven't eaten yet, right? Have a couple of bites first?"

"Comrade, why don't we give the dumplings from our table to the children next door first? There is only one child at our table, Lele, so just leave a few dumplings for him. We adults can hold on for a while and it's okay."

"I agree!"

Seeing that everyone at the table understood his statement very reasonably, the middle-aged man's anger gradually subsided.

He quickly waved his hand and said:

"It's a good thing that everyone has this awareness, but there's no need to promote this style."

"As I said, we have enough dumplings today, so there's no need to push each other."

"In the words of Mr. Wolu, we can build a team and unite people's hearts, relying on comrades to [follow me] instead of [follow me]."

"But the goal of national development is to change from [follow me] to [follow me] - this means that we have more supplies, and we don't need to use human wave tactics to fill it with lives."

"The same is true for today's dumplings. There's no need to push it around, because everyone will have a full meal in the end!"

After that.

The middle-aged man quickly placed two plates of dumplings on Wang Chong's table:

"Two appetizers per table, and a comrade will bring the dumpling soup later."

"As for the next round. Look, it has already started!"

Wang Chong looked in the direction pointed by the middle-aged man and found that it was also in the direction of the stove. At this time, another team of food delivery people in white clothes and white hats set off.

And different from the middle-aged man and others.

This time, the team mainly used carts, each cart was divided into four or five layers, and the number of dumplings that could be loaded was much more than the dining plate.

So Wang Chong and others stopped pushing and moved the plate brought by the middle-aged man to the center of the table.

There were more than 60 dumplings in the two plates, and everyone divided them according to integers, and each person picked up six dumplings into their own bowls.

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Wang Chong carefully picked up a dumpling. Although the temperature outside was very low, the base had already built a greenhouse in advance. In addition, the hot dishes just out of the oven would not cool down so quickly. Therefore, when Wang Chong picked up the dumpling, the dumpling in front of him was still emitting a stream of hot air.

Dumplings may seem simple, but there are still many tricks inside.

For example, Wang Chong worked in the First Ministry of Machinery before coming to the base. The canteen of the First Ministry of Machinery also made dumplings during the Chinese New Year five years ago.

But at that time, the dumplings of the First Ministry of Machinery had very thick skin. When you put it in front of you, you can hardly see many bulges on the skin - this means that there is not much filling inside, and the thick skin can easily fill people's stomachs with just a few.

Of course.

This cannot be said to be the First Ministry of Machinery's fault. These days, everyone has a hard time, and having dumplings to eat is already very good.

However, the dumplings cooked by the base this time are different. There are many bulges of the filling inside on the surface, which means that the dumpling skin is very thin.

The thin dumpling skin is not easy to fill the stomach, and secondly, it means that more fillings are needed.

This is said to be meat filling

Thinking of this.

Wang Chong could not help swallowing his saliva and stuffed the dumpling into his mouth.

Wang Chong's teeth structure was slightly different from that of ordinary people. His canine teeth on both upper and lower jaws were blunter or flatter than those of ordinary people, so it was difficult for him to "break the armor" of many thicker foods as soon as they entered his mouth.

But this time.

As soon as the hot dumplings entered his mouth, Wang Chong almost subconsciously gritted his teeth, and his canine teeth, which were not very sharp, easily broke the dumpling skin.

Then.

The full filling juice leaked out from the gap and instantly soaked Wang Chong's tooth roots.

Wang Chong's tongue cavity was instantly filled with a rich meaty aroma.

Wang Chong subconsciously covered his mouth tightly with his hands, fearing that the aroma would escape from his mouth - for Wang Chong at this moment, this was an unforgivable crime.

He first sucked the rich soup into his throat, and while the soup flowed along his throat, his mouth was slowly chewing the dumpling filling with a richer aroma.

I don't know why.

An idiom suddenly popped up in Wang Chong's mind:

This life is the best.

Many, many years later.

In order to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the successful explosion of the atomic bomb and hydrogen bomb, the rabbits once made a special trip to shoot an official documentary.

In this documentary, the crew interviewed many employees who worked at Base 221.

Facing the camera, the director once asked each interviewer a question:

"During your years at Base 221, which day did you remember most, except for the day when the nuclear bomb exploded?"

The crew thought that the answer should be more diverse.

For example, some people may say that it was the moment when they were told the truth about the base, and some people may choose the day they arrived at the base.

In addition, some people may be more family-oriented and choose the day when they told their family that they were going on a mission, and then recall the past when their husbands or wives expressed support for them without knowing the specific truth.

Some members may also talk about a certain ordinary time point, and then further explain what they encountered on this day-for example, they encountered an accident when doing an experiment, and survived by a narrow margin, etc.

This is a common technique in documentaries, which can well unfold the story.

However, what surprised the crew was that.

Whether it was Qian Wushi, Lu Guangda, Guo Yonglai, who were about to turn 100 or already over 100 years old, or Wang Chong, an ordinary employee with many children and grandchildren, everyone gave the same answer:

"On the New Year's Eve of the year when the atomic bomb exploded."

When the director asked the reason further, he got a very simple reply:

"Because everyone ate very well and deliciously that day"

Note:

I was supposed to update yesterday, but something unexpected happened at home and I couldn't write at all.

It was still the matter between my grandfather and my uncle. I remember talking about the cause a long time ago. As a result, my grandfather went to get the inheritance notarization without telling anyone two days ago, and still didn't give a penny to my uncle. My uncle was also a person in the system. He heard about this through his own channels and brought my aunt to the door yesterday to make a scene.

I have been persuading my mother to just find a life program on Fujian TV to report on it. That life program has a high ratings in our local area. Once it is broadcast, he basically has no face to make a scene.

But my mom doesn't want to "embarrass this person", and my dad can't make the decision (because it's my mom's business), and I can't do it first and ask for permission later, oh, it's a headache