When I Was Reborn, I Was Working as a Cow and a Horse in WA.

The fingertips were embedded deeply into the palm of the hand, sticky sweat mixed with the suffocating feeling left over from the previous life. The hustle and bustle of the Dragon Boat Festival can be faintly heard outside the window, the drumbeat of the dragon boat, the laughter of children, and the wisps of... The sweet aroma of bean paste that enchants the soul. I am a cog who has been working as a coward in the cold machine of "WA" for two whole lives. In the last life, during the Dragon Boat Festival, in the brightly lit office, Li Jinlian, the director of the administrative department, stood tall and handed out beautifully packaged gift boxes like giving alms to beggars. Crystal rice dumplings, abalone rice dumplings, and even ice cream rice dumplings shipped by air... Except for the simplest but my most cherished bean paste rice dumplings. I plucked up the remaining courage and stepped forward to ask, only to receive a disdainful sideways glance from Li Jinlian, and a cold sarcasm from her red lips: "Oh, it's just you? Do you deserve some red bean paste rice dumplings? That's a special treat for core executives! As for the lower-level employees... Here, there are some cold bacon rice dumplings over there, eat them if you like." At that moment, the looks of sympathy or gloating from my colleagues were like needles pricking my back. I retreated to my workstation, and amid the typing on the keyboard and the cold air from the air conditioner, I swallowed the humiliation that made even the bacon stuffing solidify and become hard. The sweetness of the red bean paste that I didn't taste in my mouth became the last reluctance I felt before I died in my previous life. Relive a new life and return to Nirvana. The neon lights outside the window reflected in my cold pupils, and the tingling sensation on my fingertips was so real. I slowly loosened my clenched fists, and the corners of my mouth curled up in a cold arc. Li Jinlian... WA... And the bean paste rice dumplings that should belong to me! In this life, I will tear up this hypocritical gift box with my own hands!