For Gu Tao, the Spring Festival didn't harbor too much sentiment, but he didn't dislike the atmosphere either. A houseful of people sat around like manure-making machines, watching the boring TV programs, while the elders in the kitchen were busy preparing food. Liuzi had suggested going to a restaurant for the celebration quite early on, but it was vetoed outright by Gu Tao's mother-in-law, who insisted on cooking at home.
Wearing an unfashionably old leather jacket, the second uncle stood in the kitchen wrapping dumplings, and the mother-in-law was occupied with slicing a piece of braised beef. There was nothing about them that screamed wealth or nobility, but rather a warm, homely vibe of a modest family.
"I'll try some."
