Finally, the 1st of January in the lunar year of 1991 arrived amidst deafening firecracker noises.
Xia Ningxing's home was plastered with the character for "fortune" everywhere, the big color TV was airing the Spring Festival Gala, and on the coffee table were placed peanuts, longan, candies, red dates, rice cakes, and other such items.
The New Year's Eve dinner table was filled with a dazzling array of dishes, braised fish, crispy fried pork, more braised fish, rib soup, spicy prawns, and so on, all emitting a tempting aroma.
Even the neighborhood kids were clamoring to come and eat.
Mrs. Xia had been busy since the afternoon preparing for this New Year's Eve dinner.
This year, although they were one person short (the slag father), they were particularly happy because there was no longer any need to wait for anyone.
