Well, he'd lost Puqi shrine, hadn't he? And Qiandeng. Even if that one hadn't explicitly been dedicated to him, it was where Hua Cheng had worshipped him. His own private temple, covered in lights, standing out from the darkness of ghost city.
He wished to have it here. At least a small semblance of it would have to do. ]
Ah, after all the vegetables are cut up, we can start filling and folding the dumplings.
[ Which, they'll have to have quite the learning curve, he thinks. But he'll eat all the ugly ones as if they were the most beautiful parcels in the world, because they'll have been made by gege's hands, and that means they were filled with his care. ]
[Xie Lian nods again, setting to the business of cutting the rest of the vegetables. Once he's finished, there's several small piles of neatly sliced, diced, and chopped pieces. He sets the knife down, pushes the ingredients toward Hua Cheng, then picks up a towel to wipe off his hands.]
You make it sound terribly easy.
[San Lang makes most things look terribly easy as well, aside from calligraphy, at least. Then again, they've always worked together fairly well, whatever the project, so he's happy to trust that teaching is also one of Hua Cheng's skills.]
[ Like writing lines? And yet somehow Hua Cheng still can't get the hang of those.
He starts to wrap up the mixed veg in little portioned wrappers, and soon has enough to make into a snaking s shape on the plate. Making some extremely anemic-looking dumplings with odd folds, he places those on the sides and - oh.
With the addition of some slices of garnish, it appears as if he's made a dumpling dragon, where the dumplings are each like little plates of armor, each pleated closing a ridge on the dragon's back. ]
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Well, he'd lost Puqi shrine, hadn't he? And Qiandeng. Even if that one hadn't explicitly been dedicated to him, it was where Hua Cheng had worshipped him. His own private temple, covered in lights, standing out from the darkness of ghost city.
He wished to have it here. At least a small semblance of it would have to do. ]
Ah, after all the vegetables are cut up, we can start filling and folding the dumplings.
[ Which, they'll have to have quite the learning curve, he thinks. But he'll eat all the ugly ones as if they were the most beautiful parcels in the world, because they'll have been made by gege's hands, and that means they were filled with his care. ]
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You make it sound terribly easy.
[San Lang makes most things look terribly easy as well, aside from calligraphy, at least. Then again, they've always worked together fairly well, whatever the project, so he's happy to trust that teaching is also one of Hua Cheng's skills.]
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[ Like writing lines? And yet somehow Hua Cheng still can't get the hang of those.
He starts to wrap up the mixed veg in little portioned wrappers, and soon has enough to make into a snaking s shape on the plate. Making some extremely anemic-looking dumplings with odd folds, he places those on the sides and - oh.
With the addition of some slices of garnish, it appears as if he's made a dumpling dragon, where the dumplings are each like little plates of armor, each pleated closing a ridge on the dragon's back. ]