Today was the first day of the new year, an auspicious day.
A large red Lantern was hung on the door, and PO was sitting by the table, eating the fish cooked by his mother.
He was a six-year-old boy, fair and clean. He wore new red clothes and looked like a chubby baby in a New Year's painting. All the uncles and aunts in the surrounding villages doted on him.
His mother doted on him a lot.
Because ah 'Bao loved to eat fish, her mother would cook fish for him every two or three days. If she couldn't afford it, mother would go to the river to fish it herself. After that, she carefully picked out the thorns for him, and then let ah 'Bao eat them.
The fish was ready and served, steaming hot.
PO's face was full of expectation. He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a big piece of fish meat, dipped it in the sauce, and put it into his mouth.
