Doomsday Wonderland

As expected, I cooked my own dumplings today. I read the recipe for a long time ambitiously, took a bowl, and poured down a pound of noodles. I felt very refreshed.

Then start adding water to the noodles. I discovered why it had no shape and why it was so sticky. The more I kneaded the dough, the more I realized that it felt like I was being attacked by an alien slime monster. I couldn’t even add flour to my hands. Finally, I stood next to the trash can. , I waved my hands wildly with all my energy, and the dough finally left me and splashed all over the wall and the floor.

The process of peeling the dough off the chopping board reminded me of a gopher—an animal that digs hard at the ground with two paws. After peeling it off, I still had webbing.

...Fortunately, I had the foresight to buy ready-made dumpling wrappers.

After all, we who travel with our brains should not talk about heroes with our faces.

After experiencing the attack of the alien slime monster, my blessings to everyone this year are very down-to-earth: I hope everyone has a happy new year, good health and safety, and the most important thing is that you can eat whatever you want and eat with whoever you want. Who eats together. /tml It only takes a genius to remember the address of this website: