"Lady Qin, you can pretend to forget. The new year's meal is supposed to have a festive atmosphere, otherwise it would be boring."
Aunt Liu couldn't help but say, and even Uncle Liu also smiled slightly.
"Mother, someone in the village ran to the village entrance to wait for the bell to ring. Can we go and see?"
The three of them were making dumplings and talking in the house when San Bao and Tang Tang suddenly ran back holding hands. They asked Mo Ruyue excitedly as soon as they entered the door.
"Ring the bell?"
Mo Ruyue knew that in her previous life, during Chinese New Year, there would be a live broadcast of a large-scale party throughout the country. At 12 o'clock, the clock would be struck. She didn't expect that after transmigrating to this world, even a small mountain village would have such a ritual.
