Zheng Qingyuan thought that wizards did not observe the Dragon Boat Festival.
He had flipped through the extensive "Ancient Wizard Chronicle" early on and did not find any mention of a great wizard named Qu Yuan. Perhaps there was such a person, but definitely not to the extent that the wizards would dedicate a festival in his memory.
This made him feel somewhat relieved—this year he finally didn't have to eat zongzi.
As a type of food that carries the identity of memorial, celebration, and tradition, zongzi, like mooncakes, were never to Zheng Qing's liking. Eating them always felt like taking medicine, requiring lots of soup to swallow. But bound by custom, he had no choice but to eat them.
Especially now, with zongzi and mooncakes containing all sorts of strange fillings, such as hawthorn, durian, and egg yolk—Zheng Qing grew up in the north, accustomed to sweet zongzi with red dates, so he was quite startled the first time he tried a savory zongzi, surprised by its heresy.
