New Year's Eve.
Wang Chen was making dumplings at home.
The dumpling wrappers were made from flour processed from Cloud Wheat.
Cloud Wheat only grew on high mountains that were abundant with spiritual energy, yielding a very low production, thus, it was quite expensive.
It was for the New Year's Eve dinner that he had bought ten pounds in Cloud Dragon City.
Normally, he really couldn't afford it.
As for the filling, he used top-quality loin from the flower-spotted pig, winter bamboo shoots from his own bamboo grove, yellow mushrooms picked from his orchard, fish and shrimps caught and dried from the creek, and Chinese cabbage, among other things.
Wang Chen prepared three different flavors.
A full big basin.
While he was wrapping the dumplings, Yuanyuan squatted on the desk watching, its eyes brimming with curiosity.
Wang Chen smiled and extended a finger, dipped it in flour, and gently tapped it on its red nose.
Yuanyuan sniffled, "Eep eep~"
