Yan had already gone back to her own home for the New Year, leaving only Cheng Yulan and her husband at home, making the spacious living room seem a bit deserted.
Fortunately, after spending most of their lives together, they had grown accustomed to each other's company. Old Mr. Wang would watch television when he had nothing else to do, and Cheng Yulan would go out for strolls and play mahjong, always remembering to buy groceries on time and bring them home.
"Without the young girl here, it's not as lively, so you two sit and stay a while longer,"
As she poured tea, Cheng Yulan, with a smile, beckoned the two to take a seat, and sat down herself, rubbing her thighs and carefully looking over Jiang He cracking sunflower seeds, showing deep approval, "The girl is growing up quite pretty!"
"The boy has good taste," Old Mr. Wang said, coming out with a plate of cut fruit, very welcoming of Xu Qing coming over for the New Year.
