Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five days have passed.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival.
In a row of bungalows south of the Huishui River Dam, wisps of smoke rise, swaying in the morning breeze.
In the kitchen, the firewood burns in the stove, Jiang Ning holds a fire hook to control the fire. Xue Yuantong stays close to him, her small cheeks turned fiery red by the firelight, her eyes exceptionally bright.
"Jiang Ning, I've heard that in the north they like to eat dumplings during the Lantern Festival, and in the south, they prefer sweet rice balls. So here's the question, what do we eat in the Central Region?" Xue Yuantong fiddling with her fingers.
Aunt Gu, who was cooking by the clay pot, glanced at her silly daughter and said, "Of course, we eat both."
After speaking, Aunt Gu looked at the pot of sweet rice balls and also threw the dumplings in.
