MYO-3388: Shengjiang

Shengjiang made his way back to the Heavenly Embassy once again. He had the trip memorized by now, and he was glad that it was pretty close by, given how many times Primrose had called him up to come and help out. Shengjiang didn’t mind it, he liked the exposure to the new culture of Cherubuns in Burrowgatory. It gave him new perspectives that he could apply to his art. He especially liked getting to talk to Beanny last week, she made a lovely conversation par...

“So, how exactly are the beans so different from the tea?” Shengjiang asked as he watched Primrose pack away the coffee beans. The beans are ready to be ground up and brewed, and they’re being put into a similar wooden box as the tea leaves that Shengjiang had delivered to Dove. It’s a fancy dark wood, with some (maybe fake?) gold embellishments along the edges and the corners. Primrose looked up, staring at Shengjiang like he was dumb. ...

Bright light beamed down through the panes of glass which made up the greenhouse. It was set to the perfect temperature to host and grow the necessary plants for the cherubuns of Burrowgatory. Shengjiang had been here before, once to plant the seeds belonging to native heavenly plants, and the other to pick up a delivery of cherubic tea leaves for Dove. Both times were simple and, at the very least, entertaining. It gave Shengjiang something to do when he was in...

Shengjiang fiddled with the small wooden box that he carried in his hands. He had seen Primrose pack it personally, taking leaves off of drying racks and sheets to fill the box. Shengjiang did not even need to ask for an explanation before Primrose introduced him to the art of Cherubun tea leaves.  The tea plants were unlike anything that Shengjiang had seen before. He was familiar with tea, and the tea leaves that g...

Shengjiang was always quite crafty with his hands. It allowed him to make the pottery he loves so much; he was skilled with throwing the clay, sculpting it, and painting it. Surely he could get the hang of something like cooking and making delicious dango fairly quickly! He didn’t have much experience with cheffery of any kind, often opting to whip up things that were quick and easy to eat so he could get back to hi...

Matentines was a time for the celebration of love, sex, or those close to a bun. Shengjiang had gotten so accustomed to living and working on his own that Matentines was foreign to him. Sure, he’d had a few relationships in the past, but that was the past. He was young, not caring about the world around him, focusing on himself and his art. ...