When Zhang Yu returned home, Zhang Dagu and Pan Juan were already there. Of course, it was just the two of them as always.
Gazing at the Zhang Family home, which couldn't be any quieter, Zhang Yu already knew from the neighbors that Zhang Guohua and the others hadn't been back for quite some time.
But as a smart person, of course, one couldn't laugh at a time like this.
Zhang Yu and Zhang Dagu exchanged greetings, "Dad, Mom, are you cooking?"
Zhang Yu originally wanted to ask, isn't today New Year's Day? Shouldn't the family be gathering for a meal?
It used to be a norm to come back for gatherings, but now it seemed to have vanished, which deeply frustrated Zhang Yu.
"Your brother has things to do." Zhang Dagu couldn't be bothered to elaborate. Ever since they told them to stop buying so much food on weekends and hoped that Zhang Guohua and the others would bring vegetables or meat when they came back,
