In the blink of an eye, it was the 24th, Little New Year, and the heavy snowfall made the festive atmosphere even stronger.
It's the same for the Xu Family.
In Xu Zhong's household, things weren't so good; for Little New Year, there was only an extra bowl of meat.
"Mom, it's Little New Year today, how come there's not even chicken to eat!" Xu Jiaojiao looked at the dishes on the table, mostly vegetables, just a bowl of meat, and mostly fatty meat. She was instantly displeased.
"Eat eat eat, all you know is to eat, don't you know the family has no money?"
Zhao Juxiang looked at her daughter with her bulging belly, then glanced at Cai Jin who was eating with a bowl, and became even more displeased. In other families, daughters brought things home.
But her daughter?
Brought a freeloader home, and though he made 25 yuan a month, it wasn't even enough to cover his three bowls of rice a meal.
