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Instantly, Ms. Ma grew concerned. “Liulang, it would be best if those people weren’t here. They would only disrupt your focused study. How irritating!’
Shao Liulang sneered, fully aware of what was happening.
Ms. Ma’s worry deepened at his reaction.
“They look down on us, those seekers of attention! None of them are deserving of our presence. When you achieve success, they will co begging at our doorstep, and that’s when I’ll teach them a lesson they won’t forget.” “Liulang, ignore them. Don’t let it bother you,” Ms. Ma advised.
Shao Liulang suppressed his anger and irritation, his sneer growing darker. “They are nobody. I don’t care about them in the slightest.”
With that, he turned around, entered his room, and slamd the door shut.
Ms. Ma and Second Uncle exchanged concerned and worried glances.
They sighed and continued to curse the villagers under their breath.
Shao Xiaozhi observed the scene for a while, pursed her lips, and spoke up. “But we don’t have any couplets or happiness writings yet. Are we not going to hang any?”
Ms. Ma and Third Uncle exchanged a telling look.
That was true. They had neglected to prepare anything for themselves!
Of course, they needed to hang so for the New Year to attract auspiciousness.
Usually, Shao Liulang took charge of this task, but this year, with the somber expression on their son’s face and his obvious bad mood, neither of them dared to ask him to co and write couplets.
So, were they going to seek help from the first section of the family for this matter?
In that way, they would further dampen their son’s spirits!
After contemplating for a while, the couple decided to send Third Uncle to the town to bring back a couplet for their ho.
In the afternoon, when Shao Liulang erged from his room and noticed the couplets hanging on the door, he imdiately flew into a rage. However, his anger subsided upon learning that they were provided by the county.
They would never allow anything written by Shao Yunduan to be displayed on their door.
anwhile, Shao Yunduan spent half a day diligently crafting couplets for the villagers.
Ms. Fang grew increasingly concerned about her son’s well-being.
After lunch, the entire family busied themselves with the preparations for the New Year’s Eve feast.
They had an abundance of food stocked at ho.
And this year, the dishes on the table were set to be even more plentiful and exquisite.
They had comnced the preparations two days earlier, with Qiao Xuan suggesting various dishes. After deliberations among the family mbers, they finalized the nu.
The grand finale of the evenings feast was the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, a dish brimming with delicacies from both land and sea, boasting vibrant colors and enticing aromas. Other dishes included salt-baked chicken, braised carp, chicken nuggets with soft-shelled turtle, and pan-fried lamb chops. The table was adorned with a wide array of culinary delights.
As night descended, everyone gathered around the steaming dining table in the restaurant. Two large covered charcoal pots burned inside the room, emanating a comforting warmth.
The charcoal used was the special silver frost coal bestowed upon them by First Mada, which they rarely utilized. This type of coal produced no smoke or odor.
To enhance the festive atmosphere, they uncorked a jar of fine wine.
With the exception of the three children, everyone else was served a glass.
“Let us celebrate joyously, and may prosperity befall us all!” With cups raised, the heartfelt toast evoked tears in Ms. Fangs eyes.
As the New Year comnced, her two sons were embarking on their respective paths, and although she felt imnse pride, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of longing.
Though they were all aware of the impending separation, nobody ntioned it. They savored the delectable dishes and engaged in cheerful conversations, discussing their plans for financial success..
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