In the blink of an eye, it was the thirtieth day of the lunar month. Gu Lingling had prepared all the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner early in the day.
"Grandpa, these are the new clothes I made for you." After finishing lunch, Gu Lingling said with a smile, holding up the new clothes, "Try them on, and see how they fit?"
Gu Lingling used some of the family's fabric coupons to make a tunic suit for Old Sir Gu, who hadn't gotten any new clothes in years.
"I'm not going out, so why make new clothes for me? It's a waste." Although the old man said this, his heart felt warm, warmer than the heated kang bed-stove.
At least he wasn't useless, and someone still remembered him.
"Who says you're not going out?" Gu Lingling smiled and said, "Isn't there the traditional festival performance this year? I'll push you out to see it."
"How have you been feeling these past few days?" Gu Chunhai helped Old Sir Gu change clothes, "I'll rub your legs for you later."
