This year is my first New Year here, although I'm alone, Jiang Xinyu didn't skimp on herself—sour and spicy tripe soup, vermicelli, minced garlic pig heart, white rice.
After eating to fullness, she lay on the kang and read a book to digest. She fell asleep unknowingly and was awakened by the cold, careless, hurriedly drinking a packet of cold medicine.
In the evening, she made dough to wrap dumplings. After eating a big bowl, she stored the leftovers in space to eat later.
On New Year's Day, Jiang Xinyu also opened the door. Since she hadn't finished mourning yet, and being a girl, there was no need to visit other houses to pay respects; she opened the door to welcome Wang Ailing.
Jiang Xinyu hadn't prepared anything, no melon seeds, peanuts, or candies. Since others couldn't even afford a meal, she couldn't show off her wealth.
At ten o'clock, Kong Mengjie also came in.
"Xinyu, Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year to you too, how are you adapting at the textile factory?"
