Li Xiaoli covered her head and ran, but slipped and fell on her bottom.

Zhao Xiulian felt sorry for her again and quickly went over to help her.

Li Weidong and Zhou Xiaoye exchanged a glance and laughed simultaneously.

The family of four walked together toward the market.

Normally, there's only a big market on the 4th or 9th day of the lunar calendar, but during the Lunar New Year, there's a market every day.

There were fashionable clothes and items brought back from other places by vendors, as well as homegrown agricultural products, livestock, tofu, and other things to sell. It was a lively scene.

"Candied hawthorn! Sweet and sour candied hawthorn!"

An uncle walked by carrying a pole covered with candied hawthorns, calling out to customers as he went.

Before long, it attracted a large group of children who clamored to buy candied hawthorns.

Normally, parents would definitely not buy it.

A candied hawthorn costs two cents, which isn't enough to fill you up. It's just a craving-satisfying treat, not worth the money!

But with the New Year approaching, the adults have become more generous, and the uncle selling candied hawthorns is doing so well that he never stops smiling.

Zhou Xiaoye's gaze was also drawn to it.

She still remembers that when she was with the Zhou family, she never had the right to go to the market. Sometimes, when her parents brought her two older brothers back from the market, they would buy a string of candied hawthorns.

But she never got a share of those candied hawthorns.

Even the leftover sticks had to be thrown on the ground and stomped on hard, so she wouldn't be allowed to touch them.

As Zhou Xiaoye thought about the past, her eyes unconsciously reddened.

Li Xiaoli saw this and was about to make a joke when Li Weidong glared at her.

Then he called out, "Mom, Xiaoye, would you like some candied hawthorn?"