"Yeah, come on, let's eat together. Jiang Han, right? I heard you went to JN to look for me, didn't you?"
Jiang Han had just sat down. At that, she froze.
"Sister Fang, how did you..."
"I ran into three young girls."
"Was it Zhan Tong and the others?"
Jiang Han paused, then blurted out the question.
"Yeah..."
"What happened to them?"
"Ah... let's not talk about it."
She let out a long sigh, and Jiang Han's expression darkened too. It looked like she'd guessed what had happened.
Jiang Han nodded.
After that, we all enjoyed our meal.
Of course, everyone had their own tastes. Some ate their dumplings with vinegar, some dipped them in soy sauce and vinegar, and others even added
chili oil.
In short, there were all kinds of ways to eat dumplings, but the one thing they all had in common was the dumplings themselves.
This tradition had been passed down in Hua Nation for a long time.
We all had a wonderful family meal. I certainly enjoyed it. I used to eat homemade dumplings like these all the time: thin wrappers,
thick with meat, each one big enough to fill half your mouth when you bit into it, glistening with oil and rich with the aroma of meat.
They were really delicious.
After we'd eaten our fill, everyone went their separate ways. Bored, I lay on the bed with a sleepy Juanjuan in my arms, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling,
lost in a daze.
And just like that, the day passed.
The second day, the third... By the fourth day,
my injured leg had almost completely healed. Around the same time, I began to sense something circling around my body. It wasn't some intangible thing
like a thought. It was something strange radiating out from