That was the humor of a middle-aged man in his fifties.
Chen Zhou never thought he would miss his father's kind of dry humor.
But at this moment, on this New Year's Eve in another world, he had to admit he did feel a bit homesick.
He picked up a dumpling, dipped it in the slightly bitter rice vinegar, and ate it with stewed bird meat and cold seaweed, pouring and drinking wine by himself.
As the drunkenness intensified, the number of dumplings on the plate dwindled.
Chewing, Chen Zhou's face froze. He opened his mouth and spat out a shiny gold coin.
It was something he had put into the dumplings while making them.
In his hometown, it was commonly believed that the person who found a coin in their dumpling during the New Year would have better luck, fortune, and smoother endeavors throughout the year.
