A Conversation About Marriage
That night, Mei Deng's attempt at making dumplings failed miserably, he had somehow managed to burn the fillings, not to mention the weird shape of his so called round dumplings.
As a result, Da-Xia went to bed on nothing but milk, whilst Mei Deng stayed awake cleaning his work area, with the help of the general.
"You really don't need to do this, I'm already embarassed at how poorly my cooking skills have degraded." He huffed, "I was clearly better at this before, I wonder what could have gone wrong."
"Maybe it's because of a new stove." The general suggested, Mei Deng nodded animatedly, believing that truly was the issue, then happily returned to wiping the pots dry.
Stealing glances over his shoulder, he gushed every time he watched the general sweep the floor with so much dedication. Seeing such an intimidating man doing menial tasks was a sight he soaked in.