Evelyn happily returned home after completing her task and went to report her results to Mrs. Greenland.
"Briel agreed to it!" Evelyn reported excitedly. "Oh, right, Mom, have you ever heard of 'jiaozi'?"
"'Jiaozi'?" The question was voiced in unison, one from Mrs. Greenland and one from Mr. Greenland, who was sitting on the sofa.
He had rugged, bold facial features, but his beard was shaved clean, leaving only stubble. His hairstyle and clothing were also neat and well-fitted.
As he spoke, he looked gently at the mother and daughter, undisguised curiosity in his eyes. His dark blue hair glimmered faintly.
"Yes, Briel said..." Evelyn repeated in full the "three steps to making jiaozi" she had heard from Alice, as well as the little tradition of wrapping coins inside the filling.
Mr. Greenland suddenly frowned in discomfort and asked, "Did she say how the jiaozi wrappers and fillings are made? And how they're wrapped?"
Evelyn shook her head hesitantly and answered, "I don't think so... But Briel said the finished jiaozi should look like this."
Evelyn stretched out her hand and gestured the shape of a dumpling.
Mr. Greenland nodded thoughtfully and said nothing more.
"Oh, right," Evelyn suddenly remembered something else and added, "Briel also said it's best to eat jiaozi with another kind of utensil, um, it's... it's..."
Evelyn struggled to organize her words. "You use two thin wooden sticks of the same length together. She called them 'chopsticks.'"
Mr. Greenland's brow furrowed deeply.
In the dim yellow candlelight, the Exploration Team passed through corridor after corridor, hall after hall, room after room, venturing deeper into the temple's underground region.
Suddenly, a half-open gray stone door appeared before them.
Outside the door grew clusters of beautiful mushroom-like things. They were palm-sized, with pale stems and bright red