By the time New Year's Eve arrived, Song Yitang got up early in the morning to clean and decided to stick up the window decorations ahead of time, saving the couplets to paste up tomorrow morning.
Right after lunch, Yu Haixiu arrived with a fat and beautiful big carp in one hand and a large bag of vegetables in the other.
Following behind her were Ao Fengliang and Father Ao, clearly well-dressed for the occasion, brimming with vigor.
Father Ao's face was full of the joy of spring, looking forward to seeing his goddaughter; he had missed her every time, not having seen her once despite many chances.
Neither of their hands were idle, each holding gifts for Song Yitang and the other guests.
"Godmother, just having you here is enough, why did you bring so much stuff?"
Yu Haixiu smiled widely, "Where's the sense in coming empty-handed?"
"Have you finished cleaning? If not, let this father and son do it, and we'll go deal with the food."
