The Yao family was bustling all afternoon.
Tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner would be shared not just among their own family, but also Aunt Song Zhujun's family was coming over.
In order to show respect for their relatives, the whole family started to get busy from one in the afternoon, even Xu Qingfan who was setting off firecrackers at the door to scare the dog bowl was called back to wash and pick vegetables.
Watching the delight in the eyes of the family preparing the food inside the house, Xu Qingfan suddenly had a bit of an understanding of where the festive atmosphere really came from.
A rich festive atmosphere firstly required a group of people like his grandparents who give without complaint, and secondly the most important, those worthy of their dedication.
As for why the festive atmosphere seemed to fade away as years went by, it was probably because there were fewer and fewer people worth giving to selflessly.
