The house was decorated in a lively and festive manner.

Logically speaking, during the three-year mourning period, one should not decorate their home with overly festive colors.

However, Steward Qian advised: This is not Jizhou, there is no need to be too formal. There are children in the family, so it is fine to be lively and festive.

Since Lao Qian had said so, He Youyou naturally had no objections.

So, Steward Qian had people put up Spring Festival couplets, hang lanterns, and tidy up the place inside and out.

Zhao Wenqi saw an opportunity and ran over again.

"Auntie, how do you celebrate the Chinese New Year?"

He Youyou thought for a moment and said, "It's cold. Your brother Ali and I will have a hot pot and some dumplings, just like last year. After dinner, we can set off fireworks in the yard. Oh, and we also need to pay respects to our ancestors."

Zhao Wenqi blinked: "Auntie, you two have to take me with you when you eat hot pot."

"Huh?" He Youyou was taken aback. "Don't you have a reunion dinner with your family in the palace during the New Year?"

Zhao Wenqi nodded: "I want to eat. My uncles will also be going to the palace to attend the banquet. After I finish eating at the palace banquet, I'll have my fourth uncle sneak me out so I can continue eating here."

He Youyou couldn't help but laugh: "You're really something, you even managed to steal yourself out..."

"Auntie, you must wait for me. I only eat a little bit in the palace to save room for when I come to your house. If you don't wait for me, I will starve to death. You don't want to see me become the first prince of the Great Gan Dynasty to starve to death, do you? It would be a bit embarrassing if that were written in the history books."

"Pah, pah, pah, what nonsense are you talking about during the New Year? Okay, okay, I'll definitely wait for you. I'll make sure you have hot pot and barbecue, I'll make sure you're full."