February 17th.
New Year's Eve.
Families gathered together.
In the evening.
The Tang Family continued their long-standing tradition—watching the Spring Festival Gala. Even if local Satellite TV's New Year galas became popular later on, their family would probably only stick to CCTV's, the reason being to accommodate the older members.
The main melody of the Spring Festival Gala.
For the next decade or two, there would be a fixed consumer group, expecting the majority of the elders who grew up watching the Gala to switch to local Satellite TV to watch celebrities sing was no simple matter.
"Tangtang, do you want to perform a piece too?"
"Pfft..."
Tang Qing vigorously waved his hands.
"Uncle, please spare me. I like to watch performances. Shiqi, what are you doing with the camera? Put it down, quickly put it down; that is a dangerous item, you can't have such evil thoughts..."
Seeing Tang Qing desperately trying to wrest the camera from Qin Shiqi.
They were delighted.
