"Not bad, not bad."
Feng Jizi nodded with satisfaction.
He originally intended to ask a colleague for help, but since Liu Zheng volunteered, he naturally wouldn't refuse.
On such a fine day, as long as what is made isn't Poison, he can eat it with a happy face.
Cleaning the house, hanging lanterns, placing incense and offerings — the festive atmosphere instantly comes alive.
The offerings include a steamed fish, a salt-baked chicken, and a braised pig's head.
These were part of the New Year's goods, considering they weren't for human consumption, buying them ready-made was more convenient.
"Senior, please light the incense."
Liu Zheng said.
"Okay."
Feng Jizi nodded, taking the incense stick and inserting it into the incense burner.
He was about to magically light the incense when suddenly he felt a wave of confusion in his mind.
"Senior, what's wrong?"
Liu Zheng asked, seeing this.
