Returning home from a midday break, Zhang Guoqing stepped into his courtyard and was greeted by the aroma of rice dumplings wafting through the air, and saw the kitchen eaves adorned with hanging rice dumplings.
Strings of small, delicate dumplings, each bound with colorful threads. Some were triangular, some cylindrical, some pointed, and some conical...
His wife had turned dumpling wrapping into an art form.
This made Zhang Guoqing chuckle silently; in past years, his wife's culinary skills had been underestimated. Indeed, there was a festive atmosphere to it.
Yi Jiefang couldn't resist showing off to his buddies, and shamelessly followed Zhang Guoqing, promptly pushing him aside at the entrance before rushing to the kitchen door.
"Sis, your brother is here."
Zhang Guoqing burst into laughter upon hearing this.
