The sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear in the morning, but in the evening a cloud suddenly appeared for no reason, and light snow started to fall unreasonably.
Elliot pushed his bicycle like a sled, sliding on the ground as he walked. When he was almost at the gate of the city bureau, Sterling suddenly caught up with him in three steps at a time, and hung a very festively packaged box on his handlebars: " Why are you running so fast and in such a hurry to go home and cook? This is bacon sent by my mother from my hometown. It is made from local pork that has not eaten any feed. It is pure natural green food. I just distributed it in the office. ,this is yours."
Before Elliot could finish saying "thank you", he saw Sterling's hand resting on the bacon box, tapping it three times quickly with his index finger.
As soon as it got cold, Sterling put on a tortoise shell-like down jacket early, and it was very thick. Only a pair of eyes were exposed from his whole body. When Elliot looked up, he saw that there was no smile in his eyes, and he immediately knew that this box "Souvenirs" are not just souvenirs.
After a pause, Elliot thanked him as if nothing had happened, and weighed the box in his hand: "As soon as I saw the bacon, I knew winter was really here - why is it so heavy? How much did your mother send you?" "
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