"Brother Ding is an idiot!"
"I'm not."
"You are!"
Bai Congming frowned deeply, his cheeks puffing with anger as he looked at the chaotic kitchen. Three white streaks of flour marked his face, like Gouzai's high-curling whiskers.
The kitten looked up at these two immature humans, meowed, and jumped out into the courtyard, where the kitten found a fallen leaf to hold while rolling around.
"All right, all right," Ding Ding said with a cheeky grin. "I'll stop teasing you. Go on."
Bai Congming huffed, clearly still angry, then turned and lightly stepped on his foot.
"No wasting food!"
"..."
Ding Ding had brought this on himself. On Lunar New Year's Eve, the two of them had watched the Spring Festival Gala at home. Of its seven comedy sketches, six had ended with everyone making dumplings, while the remaining one involved eating them.
In the sketch about eating dumplings, someone had bitten into a coin inside one, which was said to hold an entire year's good fortune.
Bai Congming had watched with interest and asked Ding Ding why coins grew inside dumplings, and whether biting into one would knock your teeth out.
"I've never had one either," Ding Ding had said distractedly. "I'll make you one with a coin someday."
"Never had one..."
Ding Ding had put on a sigh, looking both regretful and pitiful. "What filling does my Little Bai dumpling have? Can I have a taste?"
In the end, after teasing Bai Congming for a while, Ding Ding had explored his delicious filling.
The dumplings had only come up in passing, but Little Bai had taken it to heart and kept thinking about making Ding Ding a dumpling with a coin inside.
Bai Congming thought that since he could make potato rice, he should be able to make