I Got My Own Specialties.

A courier works at the Double Eleven express transfer station in his hometown. The conveyor belt roars 24 hours a day and packages come in like a river. He sorted packages from all over the world every day, and his hands became calloused. On New Year's Eve, he was working overtime to deliver the last batch of new year's goods, and suddenly saw a damaged express delivery - a bag of home-cured bacon rolled out of it, and the address was his hometown. He was stunned: this was sent to him by his mother, and he was at the transfer station at the moment, sorting the bag of New Year's goods with his own hands and putting it on the conveyor belt home.