After An Ercheng and his family left, no one mentioned them. The rest of the family simply enjoyed a happy meal together.
A little after three in the afternoon, once they had finished eating and cleaning up, An Ning and her family left Uncle An's house.
Tomorrow was the twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month, making it New Year's Eve since the month didn't have a thirtieth day.
During the day, Uncle An would come to Anning's house for a meal. Then, in the afternoon, everyone would return to their own homes to hold the New Year's vigil.
An Ning had just gotten home and hadn't even had a chance to sit down before Lin Cuihua started ordering her all over the place.
Lin Cuihua stood in the kitchen with the air of a general before battle, marshaling her troops.
"Don't just sit there, get moving."
"We have more than a dozen people eating here tomorrow. Do you think we can get by without preparing?"
