After Su Qingsang noodles, it pained Xiang Caiping to see her head out. A grimace crept onto Xiang Caiping's face.
"Why do you have to work when it's your birthday today?"
"I have to. Today's neither a weekend nor the new year."
Su Qingsang put on her coat snugly. Her eyes met Xiang Caiping's, which slightly reflected indignation. She smiled. "It's not a problem. Work is a breeze. When I was a graduate student, I spent a whole week in the hospital in order to get an assignment done. I did not even get a break for the new year, not to mention my birthday."
The look of pain on Xiang Caiping's face deepened. Su Qingsang noticed that she had spoken rashly and moved forward to give Xiang Caiping a hug. "Aunt Xiang, I want to thank you for today."
Xiang Caiping embraced Su Qingsang tightly before releasing her. "Alright, go to work. I'll make something delicious for when you get back home."
