On the 29th day of the Lunar New Year, Yu Mobai went out twice without eating breakfast, but was turned away both times. So he settled down at home to prepare for the New Year.
There are many things to prepare before the Lunar New Year, especially since Yu Mobai's grandmother from the countryside is also coming, which means there are even more things to prepare.
"You didn't even tell me in advance that your mother was coming. You only told me today, and I didn't even have that many things prepared."
Zheng Zhaoxia urged from the kitchen, "Go to the supermarket now to get some things, and buy some meat while you're at it."
"Just have them send it over."
Yu Jinsheng chuckled and picked up his phone to call his employees to deliver the goods.
This gave Yu Mobai a pretext to say, "Mom, look at my dad. He's not a high-ranking official, but he's got a lot of airs. He even has other people deliver goods to him."
"Why don't you go?"
Zheng Zhaoxia's neat chopping sounds stopped abruptly. She glanced sideways at Yu Mobai and asked, "I told you to tidy up your bedroom. Did you do it?"
"hehe."
Yu Mobai chuckled dryly and left the kitchen, a place rife with trouble. But it was the New Year, and having more people in the house would make it more lively. He quite liked liveliness, especially since he hadn't seen his grandmother in a long time.
The temperature fluctuates greatly during the Spring Festival. Yesterday it was below minus ten degrees Celsius, but today it is sunny and warm.
The kids playing with fireworks downstairs were running around, and they were all slightly sweaty, giving the feeling that spring was coming.
"It's only the end of January."
Yu Mobai stood by the window and muttered to himself, "It feels like something's missing if it doesn't snow during the New Year."
He went back to bed, picked up his phone, thought for a moment, then called Ji Mushu again, before throwing it back on the bed and going out to pee.
The phone lay quietly on the bed, and after a brief silence, it unexpectedly dialed a number.
"All...all...all..."
A few seconds later, the call connected.
A few seconds later, a cough was heard on the phone.
Thirty seconds later, the phone was disconnected.
Then Yu Mobai came in. He glanced at his gray-screen phone and pouted, "I knew they wouldn't blacklist me this early. Uncle Ji won't let me into the house anyway. I'll just wait until school starts."
On the morning of Lunar New Year's Eve, Yu Mobai drove back to the rural area, an hour's drive from the small county town.
Yu Mobai's grandmother is named Wang Jingchun. She usually lives here by herself. After receiving Yu Mobai's call, she immediately moved out the things she was preparing for the New Year and waited for the car by the roadside.
"Creak..."
Yu Mobai stopped the car, took off his sunglasses, and greeted her with a grin, "Grandma, what are you waiting for by the roadside?"
"The roads in the village are difficult to travel, so I moved my things out to save time."
Wang Jingchun is only in her sixties this year. Her health is not very good. She often suffers from leg pain, which are all old ailments that cannot be cured. However, it does not prevent her from walking. She waved with a smile and said, "Hurry up and load the things into the car."
Yu Mobai took one look and exclaimed, "Wow, so many New Year's goods! They've probably emptied their pockets!"
After loading the items into the car, we drove for more than an hour back to the residential compound.
As he was carrying his things home, Ji Zhigang silently watched this scene from behind a window upstairs.
Especially when I saw Wang Jingchun.
...
And so, New Year's Eve began.
If Zhihu existed now, Yu Mobai would like to ask: Which day do you think has the strongest festive atmosphere, before or during the Lunar New Year?
I guess most people would think it's New Year's Eve.
After all, the preparation process is what people look forward to the most.
Especially the process of pasting Spring Festival couplets, sticking paper-cut window decorations, and preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.
It was filled with the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year.
Starting at noon, CCTV-1 began broadcasting programs about the Spring Festival Gala. The familiar hosts and music made everyone look forward to the Spring Festival Gala that evening.
The small county town is not large, but it has a stronger festive atmosphere than Shengjing.
In the afternoon, the sound of firecrackers began to ring out outside, and the streets and alleys were filled with the joyful laughter of children.
Every household has started preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner. Although the small county town is not big, it has a lot of rules and regulations.
The number of dishes on the New Year's Eve dinner table must be even, as this is considered auspicious.
Moreover, the New Year's Eve dinner isn't actually eaten at night; it's usually eaten in the afternoon.
With an extra person at the table, the atmosphere became much livelier, with the family of three mostly chatting around Wang Jingchun.
After dinner, Yu Mobai sat on the sofa picking his teeth, burping. Yu Jinsheng brought back a lot of good wine from the supermarket, which had a strong aftereffect.
Seeing that he still had some time, he lay down on the sofa and fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was already dark.
It's already 7 p.m., and the Spring Festival Gala is about to start.
The familiar and reassuring sound of chopping filling came from the kitchen; it was time to make dumplings for after midnight.
The couple were busy in the kitchen when Wang Jingchun saw that Yu Mobai had woken up and peeled an orange for him, which Yu Mobai ate without hesitation.
Then he went to the balcony and started making phone calls to wish people a Happy New Year.
The gifts given this year were much better than last year's. Except for a few very important people, the rest were delivered by my subordinates.
"They're putting on a skit, come watch!"
Wang Jingchun suddenly shouted.
Zheng Zhaoxia, Yu Jinsheng, and Yu Mobai, who had just hung up the phone, all returned to the sofa.
Perhaps this is the appeal of the Spring Festival Gala to everyone in this era.
The skit was performed by Guo Donglin, which Yu Mobai didn't particularly enjoy, so he simply lowered his head and sent a blessing text message.
At this time of year, if someone doesn't receive several New Year's greetings text messages on their phone, others will look down on them.
Yu Mobai just randomly picked one and skipped Chen Zhixi.
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