In the blink of an eye, it was already the twenty-fourth day before the Lunar New Year, and heavy snow started falling, making the festive atmosphere even stronger.
It was the same at the Xu Family.
But in Xu Zhong's household, life wasn't so easy. For the small New Year festival, they only added a bowl of meat.
"Mom, it's Little New Year today, how come there's not even any chicken!" Xu Jiaojiao looked at the dishes on the table—mostly all vegetables, with just one bowl of meat, mostly fatty bits at that—and immediately got upset.
"Eat, eat, eat—that's all you know, don't you realize we have no money?"
Zhao Juxiang glanced at her daughter's bulging belly, then at Cai Jin next to her, cradling his bowl while eating, and became even more displeased. Other families' daughters bring things back home.
But what about her daughter?
