"Is this okay?"
A round, white thing was pushed in front of Su'er. If he lifted it, it would be in the shape of a water droplet, but the top was pinched into a point.
"...Is this a baozi?"
Su'er pushed away the 'baozi' that was about to be shoved into his eyes speechlessly. He put the thing in his hand in front of Think.
"This is a jiaozi."
"Eh? It's just a different shape, isn't it?", Think tilted her head in dissatisfaction and protested.
"The different shape is already very crucial, my friend? The symbolic meaning is also different. Isn't it better to do such a ritualistic thing properly?", Su'er sighed for a long time.
"Heh, a weed is a weed. Is such a simple thing a great difficulty for you?", Jibril, who had rushed to the scene immediately and let out a disdainful sneer, put the thing she had wrapped in front of Su'er, "How is it? Mine is very cool, isn't it?"
The pink-haired Flügel had very smoothly accepted cultural invasion and could skillfully use words including 'cool.'
It was indeed a very cool thing.
It was so exquisite that it was ridiculous.
The only problem was that this thing was not a jiaozi either!
"...Is this... the God of War?", Su'er felt his temples start to throb. He wanted to touch this figure-like thing in front of him, but he was also a little worried about touching off a part and causing a Flügel frenzy.
She even thoughtfully molded a seat. A burly male figure was sitting on it. The only things that made Su'er recognize His identity at a glance, besides it being made by Jibril, were the eighteen wings on His back. These wings, where even the feathers were clearly carved, clung to His body like a coat. It was too detailed. Even the steel-like coarse and straight beard on His face was very clear. If you were to count carefully, you could even count the number.
"Ah~, it's my master!", Jibril proudly took the God of War (dough version) back. She giggled and lay on the table, looking at it. She continued: "How is it? This is a jiaozi, right? Don't look at it like it's just a bunch of dough. It's filled with fillings, including these wings and beard! If you think the texture is not enough, I even used spatial magic to expand every part that extended out. You definitely don't have to worry about not getting to the filling!"
"This is a hammer of a jiaozi! Don't use that kind of inexplicable magic on a perfectly good jiaozi!!"
Su'er couldn't control his shouting. He had a deeper understanding of the Flügel action and boredom - how bored was she to do this?!
"Have you ever considered one thing?", Su'er felt the muscles on his face twitching. He looked at Jibril with squinted eyes and said: "If you do this, won't the God of War be boiled later? A jiaozi is supposed to be eaten in the end - although I don't know if the figure you molded can still be called a jiaozi."
"Oh, right!", Jibril finally came back to her senses from her whimsical thoughts and shouted with a sudden realization, "No! Only I can bite off my master's head!!"
"Where did you get this witch from?!"
Su'er felt like he was about to burst. The Flügel had too many things to complain about.
Yes, I'm sure you have all seen it. Su'er, Think, and Jibril were preparing for the New Year - although it was the New Year, it was actually just a day that Su'er randomly chose after he remembered such an extremely important festival while recalling his knowledge... It didn't seem to be that random.
The wheat was harvested.
With the blessing of the forest god that Think had released, this light golden-haired Elf fulfilled Su'er's lingering obsession when he was on the verge of unconsciousness - one mu of wheat and one mu of rice.
Looking at the wheat seeds appearing and growing quickly, and watching the golden wheat waves roll like a tide with the wind, only at that time did Su'er have the idea that the forest god Kainath was so amazing for the first time.
And today, on the third day after the wheat was harvested, was the New Year that Su'er had decided on.
To be honest, with the time being so messed up, he had even forgotten the day he came to this world. He could only choose a day that felt good to him as the New Year. Thankfully, he just wanted to feel that taste again.
And under the banner of experiencing a different culture and atmosphere, Think and Jibril also happily, or rather, enthusiastically joined in the preparation activities.
This was also the source of Su'er's blood pressure constantly soaring during this period.
The minds of this Elf and Flügel had no words like 'reverence for traditional culture.' What Su'er said they should pay attention to, they would forget in the next second, or rather, they didn't listen at all. They just recklessly modified it according to their own will and whimsical ideas.
"Don't mind that Miss Monster who has no intelligence. How about this? Mine is called a jiaozi, right?"
Think put a wrapped jiaozi into Su'er's hand and said with satisfaction.
It's not some kind of monster or ghost - this was Su'er's first thought, and then he let out a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.
"Ah, you did a good job", he was almost in tears. Su'er didn't hesitate to give her a thumbs-up. To be honest, he thought he wouldn't be able to see a jiaozi that looked like the one in his memory from these two women, but Think did a great job.
"Here on top, you need to do it like this... and then pinch it in order. Otherwise, it might fall apart when it's put in the pot later, and don't you think the pattern you pinch out will look good?", Su'er smiled and wrapped another jiaozi in front of Think, and then slowly explained some details that needed attention. Su'er tried his best to let Think see more clearly.
Su'er really liked this feeling. It reminded him of the time when he would sit by the table with his parents every New Year's, and the family would wrap jiaozis together... From the oddly shaped ones at the beginning to the ones that gradually became good-looking.
And he also gradually grew up with it.
"I see~~", Think rested her two arms on the table. Her palm was supporting her chin, and she sighed, swaying back and forth. Her voice was very light.
"Right? It's very simple, isn't it? I think with the intelligence of the great Miss Nirvalen, you won't be stumped, right?", Su'er smiled and put the jiaozi he had wrapped on the side. He then continued: "Keep wrapping. There are still many things to do besides wrapping jiaozis. We have to put up the spring couplets and make firecrackers..."
Su'er talked on and on, as if he had an endless amount of things to say.
Humming a song quietly, Think picked up a small piece of dough and quickly rolled it out. Her hands were already very skilled. From the corner of her eye, Su'er was still mumbling on and on.
This was the first festival he had celebrated since he came to this world.
New Year.