The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is New Year’s Day.
In the morning, the imperial capital was still completely buried in thick white fog. It was dark and gloomy, and it looked like it was about to rain. However, in the afternoon, golden sunlight broke through the clouds and spread throughout the city, making it bright, clear and warm.
Gong Xian was holding a black and gray file bag and went to Shenghuan Peninsula. As soon as he stepped through the gate, he saw Fu Sheng in home clothes standing in front of the dining table, slowly wrapping dumplings across the wide hall.
Seeing this scene, Gong Xian was stunned.
Today, the chaebol circles in the capital are in chaos. How did Fu Sheng stay at home so calmly, not only oblivious to the world outside, but also able to wrap his own rice dumplings with a pure and unfettered mind?!
If you don't want to get involved in the power struggle among the imperial capital's financial circles, there is really nothing you can do.
It is also good to read a book, play with a dog, pet a cat, or even close your eyes and rest.
But what the heck is making tangyuan yourself?!
The chaebol circles are very particular.
Especially the heads of wealthy and powerful families with high status.
Cooking is something that only women or servants can do.
Very unpresentable.
In other words: if this gets out, people will laugh at you.
Melodious piano music flows in the hall.
The chief deacon, who had been standing respectfully beside Fu Sheng, stepped forward when he saw Gong Xian, reminded Fu Sheng in his ear, and then carefully retreated to his original position.
While Fu Sheng was carefully wrapping the dumplings, he raised his eyelids and glanced towards the door.
Gong Xian noticed Fu Sheng's gaze and immediately stepped in.
"Shaoqing, I really admire your determination and endurance more and more. Don't you know how panicked the major families outside are? How can you still have the mood to make glutinous rice balls at home..." Gong Xian said loudly as he walked to the restaurant. After arriving at the restaurant, when he saw the fillings of Fu Sheng's glutinous rice balls, he was even more confused. "Wow. I've seen glutinous rice balls with sesame fillings, peanut fillings, rose fillings, and all kinds of meat fillings. But you're putting strawberry cake in your glutinous rice balls. What's the meaning?! This is too weird."
Can this glutinous rice ball be eaten?!
Fu Sheng ignored Gong Xian's meaning.
Still focused on the glutinous rice balls in his hand.
"Shaoqing, shouldn't you see a doctor..." Gong Xian said this very cautiously. He had been friends with Fu Sheng for many years, but he had never experienced his most difficult and lonely years. Gong Xian had once heard the head deacon casually mention that on the day Fu Sheng's mother passed away, he suddenly became energetic, not only washed and dressed, but also changed into new clothes, and said he wanted to eat LUUY's cake.
Later, when Fu Sheng returned home carrying LUUY's cake, his mother was already dead.
During the three-day vigil, he carried a cake and knelt in the mourning hall for three days.
The chief deacon said that the cake that Fu Sheng brought back that day was a strawberry cake.
Fu Sheng is too lonely.
Although he has noble blood, he is not welcomed and abandoned by his family, and has experienced all the neglect and misery in the world.
Gong Xian felt that Fu Sheng had always blamed himself for not letting his mother eat cake before she died.
New Year means family reunion.
Fu Sheng wrapped strawberry cake in the glutinous rice balls. Does this mean that the scar on his heart has never healed?
But, how many years has it been?!
No matter how much you blame yourself, you can't imprison yourself in shackles and never greet the sunshine for the rest of your life.
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