Sheng Liancheng has one older brother, one older sister, and four younger brothers, and he is the second oldest among them.

It's often said that the second child in a family suffers the most, doing just as much work as the older sibling but receiving less pampering. This is certainly true.

Back in his hometown, Sheng Liancheng did the most work. After being recruited as a worker in Northeast China, he sent money home every year to help rebuild his family's house and support his younger brothers' education.

Zhang Shuzhen didn't expect any return from her hometown. She just wanted to let them know so that if she went back in the future, they wouldn't complain.

Otherwise, people might say, "Look, why didn't you write home to tell your family?"

My family knows, so they'll have to send something to my nephew, it's the thought that counts.

Zhang Shuzhen didn't care about those things, but she couldn't stand hearing people say that they had gotten a good deal but were still being hypocritical. That's why she reminded Sheng Liancheng not to forget to write back.

Sheng Liancheng couldn't understand the meaning behind his wife's words, but Sheng Xiping did, and immediately sighed softly.

"Dad, there's no rush to write a letter, you can do it anytime. Why would you ask your second son to write a letter during the New Year? Even if he did write one, it wouldn't be mailed in the next few days."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Liancheng agreed. Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, so even if he wrote a letter, he couldn't send it. If he left it there, it might be forgotten.

"Yes, yes, let's talk about it another day, another day. Come on, let's eat."

As he spoke, Sheng Liancheng picked up a piece of fine-scaled fish and placed it in Zhang Shuzhen's bowl.

"You eat too. I remember you like fish. You must be tired after working all day. You can rest for a bit while I go chop the meat and vegetables."

Sheng Liancheng probably noticed that his wife's expression was off, so he quickly tried to cheer her up.