Song Ting's eyes sparkled amazingly as she clenched her fists tightly, "Yeah, I can definitely do it!"
It wasn't long before Lian Xiang, Song He, and two children arrived.
Song He even comforted his big brother.
Meanwhile, Lian Xiang ran to the kitchen to help.
Even grown-ups couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
It wasn't New Year's, yet they were going to eat dumplings.
Wasn't life too hard?
Then they learned about the family's plan to go and pick shepherd's purse early the next morning.
Lian Xiang was excited to praise Little Nuan for being so capable.
But at that moment, Song Yunuan had washed her younger brother and was playing a game involving small sacks with her cousin Xiao Gang and Xiao Ru, sitting on the kang bed.
Xiao Gang was twelve years old, and Xiao Ru was ten this year.
Xiao Ru brought over five small sacks made of patchwork fabric, filled with corn kernels—Song Yunuan recognized the game and had played it before, but Song Yunuan had not.
