In Granny Liu's kitchen, Ning Xiaoxian stretched lazily and continued her work.
A light breeze seemed to pass behind her.
She didn't stop her hands, humming softly, "You're scarier than a ghost!"
"Silly girl, if I really wanted to scare you, could you have noticed me?" A deep, rich voice sounded right by her ear, making her heart itch. "Hmm, what are you doing?"
"Making dumplings, it's three days until the New Year. In my family, we must make dumplings ourselves for the New Year." She pointed to the table where the dumplings were lined up neatly, white, plump, and tender, truly endearing. She had asked Granny Liu for some pork, chopped it into mince. The kitchen also stored dried shiitake mushrooms, which she soaked in hot water, finely chopped, and mixed with the pork mince to make the filling.
