Happy times always flew by. In the blink of an eye, the first month of the year was over, giving way to the second day of the second lunar month—the day the Dragon Raises Its Head. It also happened to be Xu Changqing's birthday.
She woke up early, just like any other day. The pre-dawn air of early spring was still frigid, but by the time she finished her morning run, a light sheen of sweat had formed on her skin.
Xu Changqing greeted the other early-rising neighbors as she jogged back home. The moment she pushed open the door, the rich aroma of braised pig's head simmering in the large pot wafted out to meet her.
By now, even the two little ones were awake. They were sitting propped up by a large cushion, wrapped in a small blanket. The little tykes were already quite steady when sitting up on their own.
