"Mom, you can't think this way. During New Year's, it has to be lively to feel like New Year's. Everyone in our village lives close by, we see each other all the time. If you let them watch TV, they'll also remember our kindness," Jiang Changhai persuaded earnestly.
Zhang Guihua thought about it and felt it made sense, so she reluctantly agreed, "Alright, I'll listen to you. Let them come over and watch, but just for tonight."
"Just this one night, I knew my mom is the most understanding old lady," Jiang Changhai went over and, with a cheeky grin, hugged the old lady's shoulders while flattering her.
Zhang Guihua felt very pleased inside, but she pretended to be annoyed and said, "You're all grown up and still acting like a child. Go and eat your meal."
"Yes, Old Buddha, whatever you say, I will do," Jiang Changhai mimicked an ancient person from the TV as he clapped his sleeves twice and then bowed before backing into the kitchen.
