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Chapter 667: Postcard

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Zhang Zian hastened his steps to catch up with Fu Tao.

The police dog nursing home was filled with chatter and laughter. It was clear that the students weren't just here to volunteer, they also liked each other's company.

Fu Tao pushed the wheelbarrow to a corner of the courtyard before he turned around and called out, ”Zhang Zian, come in! Have some dumplings and get warm.

Zhang Zian opened the car door and saw Grandpa Tea sleeping. He ushered the elfins into the car, so that they'd be safe from the cold wind, then locked the doors and followed Fu Tao into the house.

”Master Fu, what took you so long?”

”Quick, someone get Master Fu a bowl of dumplings! Master Fu, would you like to wash your hands first?”

”Store Manager Zhang, where's your cat? Why didn't you bring it in?”

All the students bombarded them with questions. All the students except Ning Lan and the guy with glasses, they just stared at Zhang Zian and Fu Tao. They wanted to know if the dog was given a proper burial, but they couldn't bring themselves to ask.

One student noticed that their pants and shoes were caked in mud, and that they had left a trail of footprints. She exclaimed, ”Where did you guys go? Why are your shoes so dirty?”

Zhang Zian let out a dry cough. ”There was a car that got stuck in the mud. Master Fu and I, being the brave and helpful people that we are, risked our lives to help and pushed the car, but that only allowed the two us to step into the mud.”

With the festive mood of the New Year, it wouldn't hurt to tell a little lie. The students were speechless, so the lie did its job and stopped them from asking more questions.

One of them was quick to serve Fu Tao and Zhang Zian a huge bowl of soup and dumplings. The others either had their fill or were still eating.

Fu Tao glanced at his bowl and sighed. ”Is this a dumpling or a wonton? The filling has spilled out.”

A few of the students had fooled around during the process of wrapping and cooking the dumplings. Hence, the dumplings were of all shapes and sizes, and broke apart the moment they were placed in boiling water. So, Fu Tao was right, they resembled wontons more than they did dumplings.

The students looked apologetic as Zhang Luo ordered, ”Get Master Fu another bowl, with dumplings that are intact.”

”There's no need, wontons aren't that bad.” Fu Tao waved his hand, and found a place to sit, eat his dumplings, and watch TV.

There was a small TV in the house, and it didn't even have cable. No matter what channel they switched to, they were all about the New Year. Once the clock hit 8pm, they would immediately turn to the CCTV channel for the New Year's Gala.

The police dog nursing home had never hosted before, so there weren't enough chairs for everyone. Someone felt bad that Zhang Zian was eating his dumplings standing up, so he got a chair for him, but Zhang Zian refused and said that he was leaving right after he was done.