So...
After a series of tedious yet solemn ceremonies, only serenity remained within the palace.
This New Year passed almost identical to previous ones, nothing more than that.
...
However, here at the Hot Spring Villa, it was much livelier.
On New Year's Eve.
Xia Ruqing asked someone to dig up some fresh winter wild vegetables, mixed them with pork to make stuffing, and made dumplings together with Zhao Junyao.
Zhao Junyao was completely bewildered, his expression stiff.
"Qingqing, are you sure this stuff is edible?"
Xia Ruqing rolled her eyes at him.
"It's not the first time you've eaten this, why say things like that?"
"Didn't you enjoy eating it quite a lot before?"
Zhao Junyao still shook his head.
"No way!"
"I don't remember ever eating this kind of thing!"
He only remembers that many years ago, when Qingqing was still cooking, she tinkered with some odd things.
The taste was quite good, but he had long forgotten what it was.
