The family of three sat around the dining table.
The breakfast was sumptuous and warm, featuring dumplings handmade by his mother, shaped to symbolize gold ingots.
There were also specialty New Year's cakes from a time-honored shop in Changning City, which his father had woken up early to wait in line for, and warm soy milk.
During the meal, there was no talk of war, the Demon Race, or the heavy future.
The conversation revolved around amusing neighborhood anecdotes, the Spring Festival Gala preview on TV, and their plans to go to the Li Manor later.
This rare, homey chat put Li Wen's mind at exceptional peace.
After breakfast, the three of them changed into new, slightly more formal clothes.
Although with Li Wen's current status, no one would dare comment on what he wore, it was a sign of respect for the holiday and his kin.
The front door opened, and the crisp air, carrying the scent of fresh snow, rushed in.
