"It's getting late, let's go back."
Ji Mushu gently broke free from Yu Mobai's grasp, waved her sleeve, and left without a trace.
But in that instant when he turned around, the lingering affection in his eyes was still clearly visible.
Yu Mobai stood at the entrance of the building with a sense of loss, watching fireworks burst in the sky, before turning around and going home.
"You little brat, I told you to set off some firecrackers, where were you?"
As soon as he entered, Zheng Zhaoxia was already sitting at the door waiting for him. "What were you thinking, having Ji Zhigang knock on the door to tell me that you and Mu Shu went out?"
"Uncle Ji came to tell me."
Yu Mobai was taken aback. "He's probably afraid I'll run off with the comb."
"What do you mean? You have a choice now?"
"No."
"Alright, alright, hurry up and go inside, the dumplings will get cold if you don't eat them soon."
Zheng Zhaoxia urged impatiently, "I really don't know how I gave birth to such a little rascal like you."
Yu Mobai chuckled, instantly forgetting his earlier sadness. Listening to the cheerful music on TV, he devoured a large plate of dumplings in one go.
This is the attitude we should have during the Chinese New Year.
It was almost 1 a.m. after we finished eating dumplings.
The Spring Festival Gala was almost over by then.
Wang Jingchun couldn't stay awake that long, so he ate the dumplings and went back to sleep.
After the last skit, Yu Mobai also turned off the TV.
He didn't go back to his room for fear of disturbing his grandmother's sleep, so he simply lay down on the sofa to make do for the night.
"Go to bed early, we have to go out to visit relatives and friends for the New Year tomorrow morning."
Zheng Zhaoxia advised, "Don't stay up late."
"Okay, Mom."
Yu Mobai nodded in agreement, but he usually went to bed late and couldn't fall asleep at this hour, so he simply took out his phone to chat.
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
Yu Mobai was woken up at seven o'clock the next morning, and the living room was filled with the smell of dumplings.
After having breakfast, Yu Mobai tidied himself up a bit, and then guests came to visit and offer New Year's greetings.
In the past, it was usually the whole family who went out to visit other people for the New Year.
However, ever since Mo Bai's supermarket business became booming, and Yu Mo Bai's games became popular, everyone has been tacitly agreeing to visit his home for the New Year.
Throughout the morning, people came in an endless stream, almost wearing down the threshold.
At eleven o'clock, there was finally no sign of them.
Yu Mobai took a sip of the remaining tea. "Damn it, these people can really drink. Dad, this is all the tea I brought back for you. You just let them waste it."
"Why be so stingy with a tea leaf? Just drink it."
As the father and son were chatting, the doorbell rang again.
"Damn, people are still visiting us for the New Year so late."
Yu Mobai got up to open the door, muttering under his breath, "Who the hell is it?"
The door opened.
The family of four stood neatly at the door, carrying gifts in their hands.
"Uncle Ji?"
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