On the night of the 23rd of the lunar calendar, Yang Xue came back and brought some things for her parents.
But she didn't dare to bring them home, otherwise it would lead to a fight. Because of her job, their home was in chaos like chickens flying and dogs jumping.
"Why did you come back so late?"
"Mom, these are the defective products from the building. They say they're defective, but there's actually nothing wrong with them. Take a look?" Yang Xue smiled as she took things out.
Two snow-white towels, a thermos, and two pairs of rubber shoes.
Hu Chunhua smiled as she looked through them. She didn't forget to remind her husband, "Go heat up some food for Xue. We had dumplings at home today—some with sauerkraut and some with cabbage. Put a little oil in and fry them."
Yang Minggang smiled as he got up to make food for his daughter.
Yang Xue looked at Xiao Fei, "This is my nephew? I'm your aunt."
Xiao Fei shyly called out "aunt," and then went to sit next to Shubao.
