An hour and a half later, just as Li Huai and others got off the plane, Liu Xiangli called to say that today was the Laba Festival, and she had not only made a lot of dumplings, but also cooked a big pot of Laba porridge, and told Li Huai to bring his brothers home for some porridge.
So, the group drove to Haitian Mansion.
Laba Festival had arrived, and in a little over twenty days, it would be Spring Festival. Yet, the streets were deserted, without the slightest festive atmosphere, much less the bustle of Christmas or Valentine's Day, which was rather disheartening.
The Spring Festival is the most important holiday in Huaxia, passed down from one generation to another, but regrettably, the young people nowadays, with their worship of foreign things, had diluted it to this state.
