"Dinner's ready!"
The pleasant voice prompted Ha Ha to drop his shovel and scamper off toward the kitchen in delight.
Nian Shutong was just a tad slower than Ha Ha as she followed behind him, calling out.
"Wash your hands! Wash your hands!"
Ha Ha, who had already crossed the bridge, turned around and squatted by the creek to wash his hands.
Once everyone took their seats, they all waited for Nian Shutong's action, a habit that had been established.
Nian Shutong picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a dumpling filled with cucumber and egg, and announced to everyone, "Let's eat."
The piping hot dumplings were seized by chopsticks, hissing and Ha Ha-ing into mouths.
Those tasting flour for the first time were astonished.
The unique texture was slippery, springy, and full of depth.
Paired with the fresh, fragrant cucumber, the multiple flavors melded perfectly together.
At the table, only the shadows of chopsticks could be seen, each pick deft and fruitful.
