"Xiaohe, it's New Year's, everyone is happy, Nianji probably drank a bit too much," Ji Ying explained, afraid Zhou He might overthink it.
Zhou He didn't mind at all. She smiled brightly, "Mom, it's fine to drink more when you're happy today. Just trouble Mom and Nianhua to help Nianji back to his room to rest."
She was less than three months pregnant, still in the unstable stage. Nianji, drunk and heavy, for the child's sake, she'd better not try to help him.
"Drunk in his own house." Ji Ying teased with a smile, but her eyes were full of joy. Not just Xu Qinghe and the other two, even Ji Ying herself, was genuinely happy inside.
Next year they're going to have a grandchild, the son and daughter will take college entrance exams, and the family will open a furniture factory.
As long as the Chili Sauce Factory doesn't go bankrupt, they'll make more money in the future, and days are sure to get better and better.
The house was warm with burning charcoal, not cold at all.
