Did We Go Over The Top?

Ye Jian, who was wrapping dumplings, calculated something in her mind. She realized that she didn't seem to have ever spent Lunar New Year in the military unit. She was always undergoing training.

Looking at the sniper base's new recruits and veterans gathered in the canteen to make dumplings, her restless heart gradually calmed down. There were only less than 100 of them. The familiarity of it all was her favorite thing in this life.

"All of you should take it easy. Even if you think you can eat a lot, if each of us makes 100 dumplings, there'll be thousands of dumplings for the less than 100 of us here. If we can't finish them, we can't go back to the dormitory." A middle-aged man in the middle joked. His ten fingers moved nimbly, and with just one sentence, he made a perfect dumpling. It was obvious that he was skilled at it.