Why can't humans do it too?

It's magic! Jibril used magic!

This despicable Skywing race has no human morality whatsoever. In order to achieve the greatest psychological damage to a certain weed, she did not hesitate to strike!

"No! No to that kind of thing!!" she screamed in her heart, her lips sealed shut without her noticing. Suer could only watch helplessly as her hand drew closer and closer to the notebook... *smack!*

It hurts!

"Mr. Monkey wouldn't want to see something so boring, would he?"

It really hurts!

Xin Ke's voice drifted over from beside him, but what tormented Su Er even more than the oppressive power of that voice was the hand of the forest elf gripping his arm tightly.

Xin Ke's hand was like a barbed weapon made of steel, locking tightly around Su Er's arm. The force was so strong that it gave Su Er the thrill of jumping into a lake in the dead of winter in the north, and his spirits lifted!

"Ah, of course I don't want to watch it."

I really want to see it!!!

Having uttered a falsehood against his own will, Su Er realized that the invisible force that had sealed his lips and controlled his hands had disappeared without him noticing.

—Are they secretly vying for power?

"Huh? You really don't want to watch?" Jibril exclaimed dramatically, stepping back as if in surprise.

“Yes, I don’t want to watch it at all,” Suer answered without hesitation, but—

Then hand it over to me privately, you idiot!!!

The man was conveying a message to the Skywing race in mid-air through his eyes.

“Yes, only bored people would be interested in such boring things. It’s perfectly correct that Mr. Monkey isn’t interested.” Nodding in satisfaction, Xin Ke finally relaxed the pressure on Su Er’s arm and then asked casually, “That must have been your original thought, right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Suer had to answer immediately. “It’s really just so-so, not that interesting, so it’s normal not to watch it.”

however……

I really want to see this!! Xin Ke's cringeworthy moments from her younger days!!!

A thunderous roar erupted from the man's heart.

"Put it away quickly, Jibril. I don't know where you found this notebook, but to be honest, it's nothing special. By the way, reading other people's diaries is actually a very immoral thing to do."

On the surface, this man acted as a moral hero with righteous indignation.

Ah.

New Year's Bonus Chapter 1: Trivial Matters of the Past

"Is this okay?"

A round, white object was pushed in front of Suer. If you lifted it, it would be shaped like a teardrop, except that the top was pinched into a point.

"...Is this a steamed bun?"

Speechless, Su Er pushed away the 'bun' that was about to be shoved into his eye and placed what he was holding in front of Xin Ke.

"This is what dumplings should be."

"Huh? It's just a difference in shape, isn't it?" Xin Ke protested, tilting her head in dissatisfaction.

"The different shapes are already crucial, my friend, right? The symbolic meanings are also different. When doing something with such a sense of ritual, it's better to do it properly, isn't it?" Su Er sighed deeply.

"Ha, weeds are just weeds. Is something this simple a huge difficulty for you?" Jibril, who arrived at the scene immediately, scoffed and placed the package she had packed in front of Suer. "How about it? Isn't this cool?"

The pink-haired Skywing race has successfully accepted the cultural invasion and can skillfully use words including "handsome".

It's definitely a very cool thing.

It's so exquisite it's unbelievable.

The only problem is that this thing isn't a dumpling!

"...This is...the God of War?" Feeling his temples throbbing, Su Er wanted to touch the figurine-like thing in front of him, but was also worried about knocking off some parts and causing the Skywing race to go berserk.

They even thoughtfully crafted a chair, upon which sat a burly man. What allowed Suer to recognize Him at a glance, besides the fact that He was made by Jibril, was the eighteen wings on His back. These wings, with every feather clearly carved, clung to His body like an overcoat, so meticulously detailed that even the thick, straight beard on His face was clearly visible, and one could even count them if they looked closely.

"Ah~, it is indeed my lord!" Jibril proudly took back the God of War (dough version), chuckled, and lay on the table looking at it, continuing, "How about it? This is what dumplings are like, isn't it? Don't be fooled by its dough-like appearance; even the wings and whiskers are filled with stuffing! If you feel the texture isn't enough, I've used spatial magic to expand every extension, so you definitely don't have to worry about not having enough filling!"

"This is a damn dumpling! Don't use that weird magic on perfectly good dumplings!!!"

Unable to contain himself, he shouted, gaining a deeper understanding of the Skywing race's efficiency and sheer boredom—how incredibly idle are they?!

"Haven't you considered this?" Su'er squinted at Jibril, feeling the muscles in her face twitching uncontrollably. "If you do this, won't it turn into a 'God of War' in the pot later? Dumplings are meant to be eaten eventually—although I don't even know if this figurine you made can still be called a dumpling."

"Oh, right!" Jibril exclaimed, finally snapping out of her reverie, "No! Only I can bite off my lord's head!!"

"Where the hell did you come from, you witch?!"

Suer felt like he was about to explode; the Skywing race had just too many flaws.

Yes, as you've probably all noticed, Sue, Cinco, and Jibril are all busy preparing for the New Year—though it's called the New Year, it's actually just that Sue remembered this extremely important holiday while recalling knowledge and then randomly chose a day... It doesn't seem so random after all.

The wheat harvest was plentiful.

With the blessing of the forest god released by Xinke, this forest spirit with light golden hair fulfilled the obsession that Suer had left behind when he was almost unconscious—to plant one acre of wheat and one acre of rice.

Watching the wheat seeds grow rapidly from their appearance, and seeing the golden waves of wheat rolling like waves in the wind, it was only at that moment that Suer first conceived the concept that the Forest God Kenas was incredibly awesome.

Today, just three days after the wheat harvest, is the New Year as decided by Suer.

To be honest, in this time of temporal distortion, he had even forgotten the day he came into this world. He could only choose a day that felt good as the New Year. Fortunately, he just wanted to relive that feeling.

Under the guise of experiencing a different culture and atmosphere, Xin Ke and Jibril gladly, or rather, enthusiastically joined the preparatory activities.

This is the root cause of the occasional spikes in Suer's blood pressure during this period.

The Forest Elf and Skywing race had no concept of reverence for traditional culture. They completely forgot or ignored any points that Suer had mentioned, and simply continued to modify things according to their own desires and whims.

"Forget about that monster lady who has absolutely no intelligence. How about this? This is what a dumpling should be, right?"

With a showy air, Xin Ke stuffed a wrapped dumpling into Su Er's hand and said with satisfaction.

It wasn't some demon or monster—that was Su'er's first thought, and she immediately felt relieved.

gas.

"Ah, well done," Su Er said, almost with tears in his eyes. He gave her a thumbs up without hesitation. To be honest, he thought he wouldn't see the dumplings he remembered from these two women, but Xin Ke did a great job.

"Here you need to twist it like this... and then twist it like this, otherwise it might fall apart when you put it in the pot. And don't you think the pattern you twist it like this will look nice?" With a smile, Su Er wrapped another dumpling in front of Xin Ke and slowly explained some details that needed attention, trying her best to make it clearer for Xin Ke.

Suer quite liked this feeling, which reminded him of the times when he would sit at the table with his parents every Chinese New Year and make dumplings together as a family... from the very beginning when they were oddly shaped to the time when they gradually became more and more beautiful.

And so he gradually grew up.

"So that's how it is~~", Xin Ke exclaimed, her arms propped on the table, her hands supporting her chin as she swayed back and forth. Her voice was light and cheerful.

"Right? It's simple, isn't it? I think with the great Miss Nirbalian's intelligence, she shouldn't be stumped, right?" Smiling, she placed the dumplings she had just wrapped aside and continued, "Keep wrapping them. There's a lot else to do besides dumplings, like putting up Spring Festival couplets and making firecrackers..."

Suer kept rambling on and on, as if she had endless things to say.

Humming softly, Xin Ke picked up a small piece of dough and quickly rolled it out. Her hands were already incredibly skilled. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Su Er still muttering to himself.

This was the first holiday he had celebrated since he came into this world.

new Year.

New Year's Bonus Chapter 2: The Taste of the Past

"Less gunpowder!! We're making firecrackers, not bombs! Hey!!!"

"Huh? But if the explosion is too small, it won't be fun at all, right?"

Without a doubt, the shout of dissuasion came from Suer, but the person he stopped showed no remorse whatsoever. Not only did he drag out his voice in a reluctant denial, but he even quickened his pace.

She used spatial magic.

Suer felt as if the small firecracker was an insatiable black hole, constantly swallowing black gunpowder, and just looking at it made his scalp tingle.

Die, die, die! ! !

"It's okay! It's really okay!" With an almost world-saving heroism, Suer lunged forward to snatch the bomb—oh no, the firecracker—from the pink-haired Skywing.

With the skills of a Skywing, it was impossible for a weakling like Sull to steal her things. With a light turn, Jibril dodged the man's attack.

"Alright! Done!!" Jibril shouted with satisfaction, raising the object high in her hand.

Under Suer's horrified gaze, the unruly little girl lit the fuse without hesitation and then forcefully threw the firecracker overhead.

Passing through the previously broken rock dome, like a shooting star, the firecracker soared into the sky in an instant, and then—BOOM!!!

"...Is it a bomb?"

"It's a bomb."

Without showing any mercy, she finished off Suer, and Xinke's work was done.

She lit the fuse too, but instead of throwing it overhead like Jibril, Xinke simply tossed it forward casually and then rested her chin on her hand, waiting with great interest.

!!!

Having a clear understanding of the amount of gunpowder used by the forest elf beside him, Suer felt his tailbone sending out an alarm, urging him to run for his life.

Suer immediately chose the most protective posture, curling up under the table, ready for battle. However, as if mocking his impulsive behavior, the bomb that Xinke threw exploded on the lake not far away.