The broth in the hot pot was bubbling and boiling.
Dumplings were brought to the table too, each bite of pork and green onions' richness, chive and egg's fresh aroma, shrimp and corn's sweetness, was filled with the taste of home.
"Mei Xiang, try this dumpling." Xiao Meier picked up one, "There's vinegar here, see if you like it sour."
"Thank you."
"Li Ya, you try too." Xiao Meier took care of these two girls, who were about the same age and not local.
"Okay!"
Wen Shulin smiled lightly, "Xiao Er, stop busying yourself. Come, let's have a drink."
Xiao Meier raised the red wine, "Sister Lin, happy new year."
"Happy, happy."
At that moment, the screen outdoors projected the image and sound of the Spring Festival Gala host, "Central Television..."
"Hey, is it starting already?" Feng Biao and others were drinking, saying, "But this gala gets worse every year, not fun anymore. Back when we were students, it was thrilling to watch."
