The festive new year's air was very much present in the villa.
The character for "good fortune" was everywhere in bright red. Some were pasted upright, and some were upside down. There were also spring couplets by each door frame. Each room was full of joyous festive spirit.
At that moment, Ding Mengya was preparing the ingredients needed to make dumplings with the butler.
The fillings were seasoned by the butler. Ding Mengya stood there and stared at the flour in the pot blankly. "Old Li, why have you turned the flour into dough? Just how much water did you add? What if the flour sticks to our hands? And isn't it really unsanitary to use your bare hands to knead the flour?"
The butler was speechless.
After the butler was finished with seasoning the ingredients, he couldn't help but walk over and lightly push Ding Mengya away. "Madam, let me do it."
"Ai, alright." Without another word, Ding Mengya turned and left.
