He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked into the room, changed into clean clothes, washed away the dirt on his face, and then smiled to greet the three people waiting outside.
He smiled and said to the three, "Let's go watch the fireworks."
...
Shilong Lane.
Tonight, everyone was off duty, each returning to their own home, celebrating their own New Year's Eve. It's bound to be lively.
Deep inside the Three Flavors Blacksmith Shop.
Chengming cooked himself a bowl of noodles, adding lots of beef. When he was still a blacksmith, he could never bear to put so much beef in his noodles, only on his birthday would he reward himself with a few extra pieces for the hard work of the year.
In these three hundred years of New Year's Eve in Shilong Lane, he had always done this, making himself a bowl of beef noodles to get through the night.
But tonight was different, there was also a serving of dumplings.
