The son went drinking with the village buddies. He won't be back tonight either.
Liang Hongmei didn't feel like eating, lay in bed, and slept till dawn.
She didn't even know when her son came home last night.
Liang Hongmei got up and made rice wine tangyuan for two. She fried some greens.
Their place is better than the North; at least in winter, there's greens to eat.
Liang Hongmei also thought of bringing some greens back for Lin Wan. Lin Yinghui woke up at around ten, they had drunk a lot yesterday.
Feeling a bit sluggish, just as he took a sip of the rice wine tangyuan, the first guest of the new year arrived. The eldest aunt.
Seeing Liang Weixiang, mother and son both frowned at the same time.
The eldest aunt always looked down on them. Every New Year, she visited relatives but never stepped foot in their house. What's going on this year?
She had a big smile on her face, and her hands were carrying quite a bit of fruit.
