"Spring Festival?" Huo Yu's eyes widened.
We can't blame Huo Yu for being forgetful. Many people at the 249 scientific research station have forgotten about the Spring Festival.
Whether it is at sea or in the Arctic under the polar night environment, it is easy for people to lose their sense of time.
Especially after experiencing the attack of the underground civilization, people were in panic, and everyone had forgotten about the Spring Festival.
"Although your father says he dislikes us, he still came to you today. You can't drive us away now."
Su Jian said with a smile.
As Huo Jinghuan's friend for many years, Su Jian had already seen his intention, but he didn't make it clear.
Huo Jinghuan snorted coldly, but surprisingly did not refute.
Even though Huo Jinghuan was a tall, thick-set man and a powerful Chinese general, he had never spent the Chinese New Year so far away from home.
That's why I subconsciously looked for Huo Yu, my only close relative in the Arctic.
Huo Yu's eyes softened and he said quickly: "How can you? I was negligent. You and my dad live here, and we have plenty of rooms."
Su Jian patted Huo Yu's shoulder with satisfaction, showing a teachable expression.
Then he turned around and hurried to the communications room.
After all, he hadn't seen Su Peipei for a long time, and Su Jian missed his daughter very much.
Huo Yu looked at Huo Jinghuan awkwardly and was about to say something, but unexpectedly the little old man snorted arrogantly and walked out with his hands behind his back.
Huo Yu:. . .
You are in your forties and almost fifty, and you almost have more wrinkles than your hair. Why are you still so arrogant? !
The two little old men left, and Li hurried back to his room and began to formulate a training plan for the future Snow Controller.
Only the two brothers Huo Yu and Wu Yi were left, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
Huo Yu said angrily: "What are you looking at?"
Wu Yi was not willing to be outdone: "I don't care."
Huo Yu rolled his eyes: "Why are you scolding me?"
Wu Yi: "What's better than scolding you...?"
A few words made Wu Yi's brain short-circuit. Huo Yu snorted triumphantly and walked out the door with his hands behind his back.
"Gather brothers for a meeting."
Wu Yi finally came back to his senses and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What are you doing in the meeting?"
“What else can I do, of course it’s the Chinese New Year!”
. . . . . .
An hour later, the 249 scientific research station was once again bustling with people.
Festivals are the code to crack the identity of a nation.
What a nation believes in, values, and expects can often be seen through its unique festivals.
For Chinese people, there is only one truly important festival, and that is the Spring Festival.
The Spring Festival is like a program written into the genetic code of the Chinese people. Once the time comes, it will automatically start.
One-fifth of the Chinese people will form the largest migration team in human history in just one month. Nothing can better illustrate the status of the Spring Festival in the hearts of the Chinese people than this number.
So, what does the Spring Festival mean to Chinese people?
No one can fully explain this problem.
Because if you understand the Spring Festival, you will also understand the Chinese people.
Most of the members, workers, and soldiers of the 249 scientific research station are Chinese. During this important Spring Festival period, even though they cannot reunite with their families, they still have to be lively.
Su Peipei announced the news of the festival in a festive voice on the radio, and the scientific research station burst into cheers.
Countless workers ran out of the station building, cheering and running in the severe cold of dozens of degrees below zero, completely forgetting what happened in the ice cave before.
Every Chinese soldier still sticks to his post.
But there was a smile on their lips.
For soldiers, getting together with their families during the Spring Festival is only the second most important thing.
The most important thing is to protect the Chinese people from being able to reunite with their families safely.
Every year during the Spring Festival, Chinese soldiers come here like this.
No matter how dissatisfied you are with society, you can never deny the silent sacrifice of these young soldiers.
Huo Yu gave the order, and the 249 scientific research station immediately became excited.
Bai Xiaomo rushed into the kitchen with the army's cooking team and the chef team among the workers, and took out boxes of fresh ingredients in stock.
Fruits and vegetables, flour and rice, chicken, duck and fish...
Anyway, since Huo Yu had spoken and opened his mouth to eat, Bai Xiaomo would not be polite.
Qingchan led the members of 249, workers and soldiers who were not on guard out of the scientific research station. Lanterns and colors were everywhere, making the scientific research station a festive red.
Fireworks are definitely not allowed in the Arctic. The icekeepers who set off fireworks are simply breaking the law knowingly.
But it doesn’t affect everyone hanging lanterns and posting couplets.
There is no threat from light pollution in the Arctic.
Lanterns, couplets, lanterns and other gadgets were all bought by Huo Yu from the system mall. The prices were very cheap, and there were a lot of ten recognition points.
Ordinary workers and soldiers only thought that the leaders had thought carefully and were not surprised at all by these things that should not appear in the Arctic.
The senior officials at the scientific research station are also aware of the existence of the system, so naturally they won't make a fuss.
Just one hour passed, and the 249 scientific research station immediately changed.
From a fair lady wrapped in silver, she turned into a little girl wearing a festive red cotton-padded jacket.
In the kitchen, exquisite dishes were served one after another from the hot pots by the chefs.
Steamed sea bass, braised chicken with chestnuts, braised pork with pickled vegetables, steamed pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised lion head, Sixi meatballs...
One after another special delicacies from the north and the south are cooked, and the aroma of the food is spread far and wide.
Considering that the proportion of northerners among the ice keepers is relatively large, Bai Xiaomo made dumplings with various fillings.
The dumplings are round, white and plump on the plate, and they look very pleasing to the eye.
In the inner courtyard of the scientific research station, a giant greenhouse about a hundred meters long was erected.
Under the greenhouse, the cold air dissipated, and the sub-zero temperature turned out to be as warm as spring in the greenhouse.
Tables and stools are arranged in an orderly manner, fully able to accommodate everyone.
This thing is also a prop that Huo Yu exchanged from the mall, called [Polar Eating Mat Shed]...
The effect is to increase the temperature and increase the speed of diners in the greenhouse to grab food.
God knows which god created the system, and what kind of thing was in this god's head to create such a nonsensical prop.
Thousands of people gathered under the greenhouse, and steaming dishes were served on the table. The lively atmosphere was not much inferior to the Chinese New Year flavor in China.
Huo Yu was sitting on the main table at the front, and beside him were Huo Jinghuan, Li, Su Jian, Xie Jie and their friends from the scientific research station.
He smiled and held up the wine glass in his hand, facing everyone present.
The next second, Huo Yu's pure and magnetic voice sounded in everyone's ears.
"Happy New Year, comrades."
