When December arrives, the originally leisurely days seem to have hit the fast-forward button, getting faster day by day, and in the blink of an eye, two days have hurriedly passed.
December 26, evening.
A fragrance wafts over the River Dam Bungalow, attracting the attention of Mr. Qian, Butcher Zhang, and Uncle Tang who were chatting at the doorway, making them all glance at the westernmost resident of the bungalow.
Today, Aunt Gu didn't go to work. As she does every year, she fried round dumplings, crispy leaves, and small fruits, each fried in a big basket.
Since the family's conditions have improved, Aunt Gu also fried small dried fish and crispy meat.
The flavor of the New Year was even richer. Tongtong, wearing a small cotton jacket, picked up a basket filled to the brim with small snacks, smiling as she delivered the homemade New Year's goods to the neighbors.
