During dinner at the Zong family's house, Su Cha turned on the television immediately.
Not many people in the Zong family usually watched anything on the huge LCD screen. In this era, it was already very rare for a family to sit together and watch television.
Tan Jinsui came over with a cup of water and looked at her sideways. "What are you doing? What's so good about TV nowadays? The Spring Festival Gala is getting worse every year."
"Rotten as it is, the atmosphere is different!"
Besides, there was also her embroidery exhibition this year. She had spent so much effort and time embroidering, so of course, she had to watch the splash it would make on TV.
Tan Jinsui looked at the Spring Festival Gala that had not started to air and clicked his tongue. "That's true. It's a classic show after all. If you can go on it in the future, your status in the industry will have been stable."
Su Cha paused and chuckled.
