Reunion Dinner

"And you, Moonlit Night!" Gan Tian turned her head and pointed at the dumplings in Moonlit Night's hand, noticing how beautifully he had wrapped them, and was momentarily speechless.

Moonlit Night raised an eyebrow, a smug look on his face. He had secretly practiced making dumplings after they agreed to eat them that day.

"Too slow!" Gan Tian pointed at the Writer, "Look at Ji Fengbai, he's faster than you!"

The Writer was quietly and attentively making dumplings with the severed hand, looked up at them. Under the gaze of everyone, he guiltily hid the Rules sheet pasted on his body behind his back.

Under the Moonlit Night, his flour-covered hands clenched tightly. "What do you know? He has four hands!"

Gan Tian said, "So what? There are still two of you."

Suddenly, Moonlit Night's face turned cold. "I am Night Moon now. Night Moon doesn't know how to make dumplings, so it's normal that I'm slow at it."

Night Moon (resting):??? Bro, you've really taken a huge blame!

As everyone chatted and joked, they wrapped the dumplings. On the plate, some were crooked and some were neat and beautiful, creating a stark contrast.

Gan Tian quickly used up the fillings she had prepared earlier, and could only wait for Bai Yang and Flower Language to finish making their fillings.

Bai Yang's Puppet all pitched in, some stir-frying meat, some washing dishes, and others busily handing things to them.

The Vines of Flower Language never stopped, chopping, washing vegetables, and mixing fillings without a moment's rest. Her busyness even lessened the sadness on her face.

There's probably no time for sadness anymore.

Infected by this atmosphere, System 007 also flew around excitedly, and although it was unclear what it was busy with, it flew with great enthusiasm.

They didn't finish making the first batch of dumplings until noon. They cooked some for tasting at lunchtime, and the dozen or so people ate them in silence.

They studied even more carefully when they were making the dumplings in the afternoon.

At least we can't let the New Year's Eve dinner be this bad...

Time flew by and night fell. Lin Nieran had prepared the table and the outdoor projection screen early in the morning. Some people were preparing bowls and chopsticks, some were busy cooking dinner while watching the automatic cooking pot, and the rest were cooking dumplings.

After all the dishes were served, a dozen or so people sat neatly at the table. It was exactly eight o'clock.

The projected screen in front of me suddenly lit up; it was the Authorities live stream.

The Jiang City Authorities has a smartphone capable of broadcasting live nationwide, but it has a cooldown period. It hasn't been used since its last use at the Casino, and it was reserved for this day.

It wasn't a live stream of Instance, nor was it any other kind of live stream. Instead, it first showed real-time video footage of the strange people guarding various bases.

Lin Nieran spotted the Calamity Crossing Squad here.

After showing these, there are edited clips of some well-known teams that participated in the live stream.

"There's even footage of us here." Moonlit Night remarked as she watched. The large screen displayed Instance the game "Addiction."

"And mine too!" Bai Yang exclaimed excitedly.

The other anonymous Vest didn't appear in the video: Ha, who cares?

Lin Nieran accepted the drink the Writer offered and smiled, "I didn't expect to see you again."

Lin Yi silently added, "Me too."

The Instance of the community also included both him and Lin Nieran.

It was truly an amazing scene. Lin Nieran had ever imagined that they would one day see the two of them appearing together in a different dimension of the world.

With this in mind, Lin Nieran became much more interested in the next Instance.

"Would you all like some wine?" As they ate, Wang pulled out a lot of wine.

Thinking of the Instance of Wang, Cheng Shanshi asked suspiciously, "This wine of yours, it's not poisoned, is it?"

Mo Lan twitched her cat ears. "Definitely, they have ill intentions."

Lin Nieran smoothed things over, saying, "It's a happy time of the New Year, so a little drinking is fine."

After these images finished playing on the screen, clips of the Spring Festival Gala from peacetime were played. These clips were edited together to form the "new" Spring Festival Gala program every year.

Although Lin Nieran would look at these things in the Weapon Shop every Chinese New Year before, sometimes with other lonely customers, sometimes alone, and he had watched the same Spring Festival Gala many times, he felt a different way looking at them today.

"Look at you, you're such a mess, being chased by a dog and it was even recorded, haha."

The Calamity Crossing Squad, who were guarding the base, were also watching the live broadcast with the others. In front of them was a strange battlefield, and behind them were makeshift tents.

Everyone sat together in a scattered manner. There was no elaborate food prepared, just simple hot noodle soup and bread. But facing the cold wind and the drifting snowflakes, it seemed to have a unique charm.

Tao Yuan glared at Mi Chuchu: "You're one to talk! Weren't you being chased by a dog too?"

Other onlookers laughed and said, "And here too, Sister Tao Yuan, you're soaked to the bone!"

"That time, the Night Moon made such a heavy rain, and I managed to wade through the water and kill Weird Object for so long without dying of exhaustion. That was my limit."

"More than that, even wearing my armor, I felt like I was going to get soaked." Mi Chuchu pointed at An Ying, "Your weapon is much better; it can even keep you dry when you're not using it."

An Ying shrugged and smiled, "I think so too. Wang Ding was quite annoyed at the time for not preparing a raincoat."

"It's a pity he's probably still working overtime and can't make it," Mi Chuchu said.

As they were talking, a series of cars approached from a distance, their roaring engines drawing everyone's attention.

A familiar figure stepped out of the lead vehicle, followed by several Purgers.

Who said I can't come?

Wang Ding led everyone to unload a large number of insulated boxes from the vehicle, saying, "These are dumplings for everyone. You all spent a long time making them. Everyone gets some, they're still warm, and there's plenty!"

Everyone cheered and went to get the dumplings. Wang Ding sat down in front of them, raised his hand, and six large boxes of dumplings with different fillings appeared on the table.

Of the two empty spots, one had a worn-out Sunny Doll placed on it, and the other was empty.

Without saying a word, the group pretended not to understand and greeted the steaming dumplings with delight.

"It's a good thing you remembered to bring us some delicious food," Tao Yuan said with a smile. "Reliable Mama Wang."

Mi Chuchu gave a thumbs up. "I thought you'd eat all by yourself at the base."

Wang Ding took off his glasses, which were fogged up by the steam, and said, "If I forget, some people might gossip about me behind my back."

"I can't," Tao Yuan said.

An Ying asked, "Did you send it to Cheng Shanshi?"

Wang Ding said, "They already told me they wanted to go back home to celebrate the New Year with their families."

Mi Chuchu took a bite of a dumpling, scalded herself, and fanned herself repeatedly, saying indistinctly, "It's great. Spending the New Year with family is much more interesting than here."

Tao Yuan teased her, "Oh, you're looking down on us? I remember you spent the whole New Year's Eve drinking at the tavern the year before last."

Mi Chuchu smiled and said, "Not at all. Whether I mind or not, it's my fate to be with you all."

"You talk too much, just eat your dumplings! That's so cheesy."