It's really a pleasant division of labor.

After the soldier who delivered supplies, the soldier stepped on cold boots to deliver the New Year's goods to the Electric Power Coordinator Bureau, he waved his hand and left without even drinking a sip of water. Only Liu Yan and Meng Xiaojian were left to the door and saw the whole city moving in a steady stream of military vehicles.

Only the various vehicles built by the military according to war standards can be able to complete the work as usual in such a difficult environment.

At this time, in addition to the back and forth snow shovels, there were more military vehicles carrying a large amount of supplies on the streets of Yanjing City. Before the arrival of the Great Wall, they sent enough supplementary supplies to various residential areas.

These materials were collected from major supermarkets, and also mobilized from the country's strategic reserve database. Of course, there are more military materials. When a real disaster comes, only the will of the country is the most solid guarantee at this time.

If this country is trustworthy.

"It's like they're not afraid of the cold." Liu Yan said quietly.

She looked at the snow scene, her hair was tightly wrapped in a thick winter hat and a thick mask on her face. In such weather, even if her skin was exposed to the outdoors, it was very difficult and cruel.

Only by reducing the area of ​​skin contact with air as much as possible and reducing heat dissipation is the best way to prevent cold.

After all, the outdoor temperature is only minus 35 degrees Celsius.

"I heard that they have winter training. If they are north of the Wilderness Dragon Kingdom, they will not be invisible to minus 30 to 40 degrees below." Meng Xiaojian said.

"But it's okay for people to be. If they get a little colder and even the gasoline is frozen, it will be very dangerous."

Liu Yan shook her head: "Gas oil will not freeze."

Meng Xiaojian turned his head to look at her: "You are not a major in chemical engineering, are you?"

"Yes, I'm not." Liu Yan said lightly: "I'm a professional in biopharmaceuticals, but in the field of biology, gasoline and alcohol are important organic extractants."

"The freezing point of most gasoline is below minus 60 degrees Celsius, and is generally as low as about minus 75 degrees Celsius."

"But diesel is very dangerous. Depending on the type of diesel, the freezing point ranges from zero degrees Celsius to minus forty degrees Celsius. However, if it is a little colder, the diesel will freeze into pieces, and the engine will never be able to light up again."

"So what if it gets colder?" Meng Xiaojian felt something.

"If it gets colder, we may not even be able to find a car that can run." Liu Yan said with a smile.

Then she turned around and pulled the corner of Lameng Xiaojian's clothes.

"We agreed that we will be responsible for survival."

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With these winter supplies sent by the military, everyone feels much more confident. After all, the military not only brings a lot of food and drinking water, but also buckets of oil to prevent the problem of heating in the worst case.

If there is really something wrong with it, it is that when you stay in the snow, you are basically deprived of all entertainment activities.

Communications have not been restored. Even if they are restored, few TV stations can broadcast programs for you now.

The invasion of solar storms and the subsequent global cooling and blizzards have almost silenced half of the planet.

Humans in the technological era rarely feel the cruelty of winter anymore, and only when the earth turns against each other will they know how small and fragile their existence is.

"What dish to cook tonight?" After seeing many scenes today, Liu Yan finally stopped hudding herself in the room in a quiet voice, but took the initiative to find Meng Xiaojian.

Meng Xiaojian was reading a book, and he was really surprised to see Liu Yan: "I don't know?"

"Why don't you know?" Liu Yan felt quite surprised and dissatisfied.

"I'm not a chef, of course I don't know." Meng Xiaojian said with confidence: "I just bring you lunch every day at dinner time, not what I made."

"There should be dumplings?" Liu Yan said expectantly.

"Do you like to eat?" Meng Xiaojian asked.

"Of course I like it!" Liu Yan said.

"But I haven't eaten dumplings with others in a long time," the girl said.

"Are you planning to have the New Year's Eve dinner together tonight?" Meng Xiaojian asked.

Before, this lonely girl was eating alone, and loneliness seemed to be her tail.

"Isn't it possible?" Liu Yan asked back.

"Of course?" Meng Xiaojian said.

Liu Yan looked at him: "Why do you need a question?"

"Because it doesn't feel like it's not a big deal if I eat dumplings?" Meng Xiaojian said.

"Aren't you from Huanglong?" Liu Yan was incredible: "How can you not eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?"

"I am from Huanglong." Meng Xiaojian nodded: "But I don't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, I am from the south."

"Eat dumplings."

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So sometimes geographical gaps are very difficult to overcome.

For example, a girl who wants to eat dumplings but can’t eat them every year.

With a boy who wants to eat dumplings but can only eat dumplings.

"So why are you so cold-resistant?" Liu Yan never noticed that Meng Xiaojian was actually from the south.

"Because I'm in good health?" Meng Xiaojian said: "And it's not that I look down on you. You northerners with heating are all trash in terms of cold resistance. When it gets cold, you hide at home and don't go out."

"But you know? It's in the south!"

“Home is as cold as outside!”

Meng Xiaojian made a sound.

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If there is any good news, then the good news is that there are indeed dumplings tonight.

Thanks to the supplies sent by the military on New Year's Eve, the kitchen, which has been tight, can finally make a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner. Now, the two outdoor houses, Meng Xiaojian and Liu Yan, who are still guarding the power bureau, have only a dozen people in total. In the absence of staff, the chef asked who could make dumplings, and Liu Yan raised his hand: "I, I, I, I, I."

A girl is rarely so lively and happy.

"Really?" The chef was deeply suspicious of such a beautiful girl who could make dumplings.

After all, there are too few girls who can cook now.

"Yes, I learned it from my grandparents at home." Liu Yan said confidently.

"It's just a long time since I've bought it."

"Then you show me your skills?" said the chef.

Liu Yan rolled up her sleeves and walked up.

"Show both hands if you show them."

As it turns out, girls who study biology should have two brushes when learning to cook.

When Liu Yan came back to wash off the flour from her hands, Meng Xiaojian looked at the little girl who was like a moon in the trunk: "I really didn't expect you to make dumplings."

"Why, I look down on others, right?" Liu Yan turned around. The girl who was usually wearing a mask was still covered with a little white flour on her face, but she looked more real and charming.

"Wait for my dumplings!"
Chapter completed!