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The dumplings would not be eaten until midnight. For dinner, they had just a little something to tide them over. Then the whole family gathered in the old couple's room to keep vigil for the New Year. Seeing the large group of grandchildren, the old couple's faces blossomed with joy. However, there was one slight regret: the third son still had no children. Once he had kids, it would be even livelier.
It had been half a year since the third son got married, yet there was still no news from his family. But today was a festive occasion, so Grandma Tang didn’t ask about it. After playing for a while, the children grew tired and were taken back to sleep by their mothers. A few of the men, not knowing where they found a deck of cards, started playing poker.
Ye Fangfei didn’t join in; she sat behind Tang Zhicheng, enjoying the lively atmosphere. After putting the children to sleep, Wang Zhaodi and Zhang Man returned to continue keeping vigil together. At eleven-thirty, they began boiling water for the dumplings. At midnight sharp, Tang Zhicheng and his brothers set off a long string of firecrackers at the door.
Then they returned inside, and the family cheerfully began to eat dumplings. Even the children were called up to join in. It wasn’t easy to have a meal of meat-filled dumplings; both mothers were not ones to miss out on such an occasion, so they had to wake their children to eat together.
After finishing the dumplings and clearing away the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, everyone returned to their rooms to sleep.
The night passed without incident, and early the next morning, Ye Fangfei and Tang Zhicheng got up. They couldn’t afford to sleep in; soon they would have to go out with their brothers and sisters-in-law to pay their respects. Especially for Ye Fangfei, as a new bride, she needed to follow her two sisters-in-law to visit all the relatives who hadn’t come by yet.
Before heading out for visits, there was one more thing to do: giving red envelopes to the children. The kids had already woken up and were waiting eagerly; they weren’t little anymore— even the youngest, Er Ya, was four years old now. They understood that today the adults would give them lucky money.
Especially since Uncle and Aunt have returned, they are people with money in their hands. It’s likely that the lucky money they give won’t be like what Grandpa and Grandma, or Second Uncle and Aunt (Elder Uncle and Aunt) give, which is only two coins in a red envelope.
So, a few children woke up early, filled with anticipation, waiting at the door of Tang Zhicheng and his family. When they saw Ye Fangfei come out, the children pushed and pulled each other to get to her.
In the end, it was two boys who were bolder; they stepped forward and said, "Auntie, Happy New Year." Without caring about the dirt on the ground, one of them knelt down and bowed his head. The other three saw their older brother bowing and followed suit, chanting, "Auntie, Happy New Year."
Ye Fangfei quickly smiled and pulled each child up, saying cheerfully, "Happy New Year! Come here, Auntie will give you your lucky money."
She took out the red envelopes and handed one to each child. Er Bao was still a bit young and didn’t quite understand; right in front of Ye Fangfei, he opened his envelope. Inside were two ten-cent bills, but Er Bao only recognized the one.
"Brother, how much is this? I don’t understand," Er Bao asked while holding up the bills.
Da Bao was already ten years old and considered a big boy. He hadn’t expected Auntie to be so generous as to give them twenty cents all at once. "This one is ten cents; two of them make twenty cents," Da Bao explained to his younger brother.
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