Zheng Qing had once heard a saying: if you did not know what customs a particular holiday had, you could never go wrong by eating dumplings. Dumplings to holidays were like snake oil in potions—hailed as a "universal cure," but really just a cure-all.
But he wondered whether smearing snake oil all over himself could cure his troubles.
At that thought, the young publicly funded student could not help letting out another deep sigh. He picked up a dumpling, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed, then narrowed his eyes. "What filling are today's dumplings?"
"Tasty?" the fat wizard asked, glancing at him.
Zheng Qing hesitated before giving a tiny nod. "They are tasty, but..."
"As long as they taste good, why so much nonsense?" The Fat Wizard impatiently waved a hand, lowered his head, and continued rushing through his manuscript. At the same time, he muttered, "You didn't go buy them yourself, yet you've got plenty to complain about!"
That put him on the moral high ground, leaving Zheng Qing powerless to argue. He could only silently bite open a dumpling wrapper and carefully inspect the filling inside.
After observing it for quite a while, he could only determine that the main filling was some sort of meat—fresh, tender, and smooth, completely unlike anything he usually ate. Several Detection Magic spells revealed nothing unusual, so the young wizard simply closed his eyes and happily enjoyed the meal.
It was not until he set down his chopsticks, pushed away his plate, and let out a satisfied breath that Fatty Xin put down the Quill Pen in his hand and looked at the young publicly funded student with repeated cold sneers.
"Don't say anything!"
Zheng Qing made a sweeping gesture, stopping the Fat Wizard from speaking. "Even if you do, wait until