After finishing the last family's couplets, it was already the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth month.
Luckily, Gu Chunhai had already tidied up the house, and the dough was ready, just waiting to steam the buns and cook the meat on the twenty-sixth.
Those who came to write couplets didn't come empty-handed, and those who needed to help were not idle either. The house was cleaned inside and out.
Knowing that the Gu Family was steaming buns today, those skillful in the village came early to help. Gu Lingling was very happy and learned quite a few skills. In later generations, crafts like floral buns were becoming rare, and some of the skills even disappeared.
"Lingling, you're so skillful," praised Mrs. Zhao, the clever wife from the village, "When I learned these things back then, it took me many days, but Lingling catches on so quickly."
Gu Lingling smiled shyly.
