"Let's buy lanterns. We won't put up couplets this year. It's troublesome."
When they passed by a shop selling lanterns, Lu Zhou suddenly suggested.
Shangguan Dian looked at him and smiled coldly. "You're saying it like you pasted the couplets previously."
"That's right!" Lu Sheng pouted. "Uncle Shangguan and I pasted them every year. You weren't troubled."
"Then, I'm saving you trouble." Lu Zhou casually picked a few pairs of lanterns and continued, "In recent years, there hasn't been any fireworks. The festive feeling has faded a lot. It doesn't matter if the couplets are pasted or not."
Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow. "Master, do you know the feeling of ritual? It's the new year after all. The feeling of ritual cannot be lacking."
"Okay, up to you." Lu Zhou shrugged. "Pick the couplets. Don't call me when you put them up."
