Itโs been a while since Wen Kexing touched his xiao. He often listens to Yu Mingye play from that damned tree he loves so much he practically lives in. Not that he minds, really. Itโs pleasant to hear the music. This particular evening, he decides to make some of his own. Not at Four Seasons Manor, though. Wen Kexing settles himself in a park just before sunset and begins to play a tune that any within earshot will find soothing.
๐ฟ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ (open to Four Season Manor)
Wen Kexing doesnโt need an excuse to wrap himself in red, but if he did need one New Year is as good as any. He spent the morning cleaning and decorating Four Seasons Manor in traditional red decorations. He even prepared red envelopes to give to A-Xiang and Chengling (stuffed full of Zishuโs money). Once midday approaches, his work is done and so he begins preparations for phase two of his New Year plan: cooking.
He spends half the day in the kitchen, harrying out anyone who dares try to interrupt before his master plan is complete. By the time even comes, Wen Kexingโs paid out a large blanket and lit a fire in the firepit on their grounds. It is still winter, after all. He spreads out the foodstuffs heโs spent the afternoon making and gathers his nearest and dearest, all bundled for the weather, for a New Year celebration.
๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข ๐๐? (closed to Zhou Zishu)
Trying foreign foods isnโt something Wen Kexing thought would make him happy but sitting across the table from his beloved husband with the giant dish of ice cream between them set his nine white fox tails wagging. He leans forward in his chair, white hair in sharp relief against his deep red hanfu. His ears are perked up as he accepts a spoonful of the sweet treat. His face scrunches up in delight as the mix of textures from the fruit and the smooth cream dance on his tongue.
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Does anyone have any cold weather recipes theyโd be willing to share? Soups, stews, other hot meals that can be shared.
๐ด ๐ฟ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ (ota)
Itโs been a while since Wen Kexing touched his xiao. He often listens to Yu Mingye play from that damned tree he loves so much he practically lives in. Not that he minds, really. Itโs pleasant to hear the music. This particular evening, he decides to make some of his own. Not at Four Seasons Manor, though. Wen Kexing settles himself in a park just before sunset and begins to play a tune that any within earshot will find soothing.
๐ฟ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ (open to Four Season Manor)
Wen Kexing doesnโt need an excuse to wrap himself in red, but if he did need one New Year is as good as any. He spent the morning cleaning and decorating Four Seasons Manor in traditional red decorations. He even prepared red envelopes to give to A-Xiang and Chengling (stuffed full of Zishuโs money). Once midday approaches, his work is done and so he begins preparations for phase two of his New Year plan: cooking.
He spends half the day in the kitchen, harrying out anyone who dares try to interrupt before his master plan is complete. By the time even comes, Wen Kexingโs paid out a large blanket and lit a fire in the firepit on their grounds. It is still winter, after all. He spreads out the foodstuffs heโs spent the afternoon making and gathers his nearest and dearest, all bundled for the weather, for a New Year celebration.
๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข ๐๐? (closed to Zhou Zishu)
Trying foreign foods isnโt something Wen Kexing thought would make him happy but sitting across the table from his beloved husband with the giant dish of ice cream between them set his nine white fox tails wagging. He leans forward in his chair, white hair in sharp relief against his deep red hanfu. His ears are perked up as he accepts a spoonful of the sweet treat. His face scrunches up in delight as the mix of textures from the fruit and the smooth cream dance on his tongue.