At eight o'clock the next morning, Zhang Chenxi let out a yawn, stretched, let out a few weird yells, and climbed out of bed.
"Dumplings... eight per person should be enough..." After washing up, Zhang Chenxi started preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
It was a bit too much; one pot wouldn't hold them all, so he would have to do it in two batches. Zhang Chenxi dropped the dumplings into the water, watching the surface bubble and churn as steam rose in wisps.
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