"You've all worked hard too. We'll open on the eighth day of the lunar new year, just be on time."

Su Jianguo said with a smile.

After seeing the three girls off, Su Jianguo took out three red envelopes and handed them to Wang Xiulan, Su Yufen, and Su Yuzhen respectively.

"Xiulan, you've suffered so much with me this winter."

Su Jianguo looked at the fine lines around his wife's eyes and said with heartache.

Wang Xiulan accepted the red envelope, her eyes slightly moist.

"Honey, we're family, why are you saying all this?"

Su Yufen excitedly opened the red envelope, which contained two hundred yuan.

"Dad! This is too much!"

She exclaimed.

"Here you go, your tofu is our shop's signature dish."

Su Yuzhen opened the red envelope and found it only contained one hundred yuan, which made her look somewhat dissatisfied.

"Dad, I've been working with you these past few days, how come I only got a hundred yuan?"

Su Yuzhen complained indignantly.

Su Jianguo rolled his eyes at Su Yuzhen.

"You call that working? You're not even as good as an 80-year-old lady. Be grateful for a hundred yuan."

Su Yuzhen blushed deeply after being rebuked.

She just loves to slack off, so what?!

Su Jianjun and Wang Guixiang watched from the side, smiles on their faces.

Wang Guixiang quietly squeezed the red envelope in her pocket, calculating her New Year's expenses.

"Jianjun, it's getting late. You should hurry back to the village. Don't keep your father waiting."

Su Jianguo glanced at the sky and urged.

Su Jianjun nodded and pulled his wife outside.

Just before getting on the tractor, Su Jianguo chased after him again to give him some instructions.

"Remember, have the village chief announce that each household should pick one pound of bok choy and one pound of chives, and don't pick any more!"

"Okay, bro!"

Su Jianjun waved his hand and started the tractor.

Watching the tractor chug away, Su Jianguo and his family closed their shop and went home.

The morning of Lunar New Year's Eve.

As dawn broke, Su Jian's courtyard house was already bustling with activity.

The icicles under the eaves were crystal clear in the morning light, and white mist floated in the yard, which was the steam rising from the boiling water in the kitchen.

"Yuzhen, hold the glue steady!"

Su Jianguo stood on a stool, holding a large red lantern, and was hanging it on the eaves of the door.

Su Yuzhen held up an enamel bowl filled with homemade paste, tiptoed up to offer it, and had a red string in her mouth.

"Dad, slow down, don't fall!"

Su Yuzhen spoke indistinctly.

She was in a good mood today, and specially wore her newly made red cotton-padded jacket. She also had red ribbons tied to her two braids, and she looked very cheerful.

Wang Xiulan poked her head out of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife covered in chicken feathers.

"Honey, come in and help kill the chicken once the lanterns are hung up. Mom and Dad are waiting to make soup!"

"Coming right away!"

Su Jianguo agreed and carefully hung the lantern upright.

The gold-painted "福" (good fortune) character on the large red lantern shimmered in the morning light, and the golden tassels hanging below swayed gently in the wind.

In the courtyard.

Su Mingfu was squatting on the ground, carefully applying paste to the door frame.

Before he knew it, he had grown taller than Su Jianguo, but his face still had the childishness of a teenager.

He read the words on the couplet as he brushed it.

"'Heaven adds years to man's life, spring fills the universe and blessings fill the door', Dad, this couplet is so well written!"

"That was written by your maternal grandfather himself."

Su Jianguo jumped off the stool and dusted off his hands.

"Your maternal grandfather was the only one in the village who went to school, and he had beautiful handwriting."

Just then, the door to the side room creaked open, and Grandpa Wang and Grandma Wang came out, supporting each other.

The old man was in good spirits, wearing a brand-new navy blue Zhongshan suit.

The old lady was dressed in a dark purple cotton-padded jacket and trousers, her hair was neatly combed, and both of them looked exceptionally energetic.

"Jianguo, the lanterns are hung up nicely!"

Grandpa Wang looked up and nodded in satisfaction.

"Now this is what Chinese New Year should feel like!"

Su Jianguo greeted him with a smile.

"Dad, why don't you and Mom sleep a little longer? It's still early."

"Sleep?! What are you sleeping for!"

The old lady waved her hand.

"It's New Year's Eve, who has the right to sleep in? Where's Xiulan? Is the chicken ready yet?"

Wang Xiulan's voice came from the kitchen.

"Mother, they're killing them right now! You and Father should sit down and rest for a bit, it'll be over soon!"

Su Jianguo rolled up his sleeves.

"I'll go help in the kitchen. Mingfu, you put up the couplets. Yuzhen, go and put out the melon seeds and candies we bought yesterday."

The kitchen was steaming, and the water in the large iron pot on the stove was boiling, emitting white steam.

Wang Xiulan was deftly bleeding a plump old hen, the blood dripping into a bowl to be made into blood tofu later.

"Honey, I've cleaned all the pig offal, just waiting for you to braise it."