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Sang's father watched the two people whispering to each other and thought they should keep their voices down, especially since they were talking badly about someone else. Didn't they see everyone else laughing?
"Mom, you bought so much; we can't finish it all. The key is, he bought quite a bit too."
Sang's grandmother waved her hand dismissively. "What are you worried about? We have a big family, and we’ll be eating together for the next few days. I’ll prepare more, and you all can eat as much as you want. If there’s any left over, you can take it home; it won’t go bad."
"Alright, Mom, you’re the boss!" Sang's father replied.
Sang's monther asked, "Mom, how have you and Dad been feeling lately?"
Sang's grandmother replied, "We’re doing well, eating and drinking just fine. Your eldest brother and third brother are both home; they don’t always come to see us. Our hometown is quite far from Yun Cheng; it takes over three hours by car, so Sang's father and the others don’t come often."
By around eleven o'clock, Uncle Sang and Sang San Shu's families had also arrived one after another. Except for the married cousin who hadn’t come yet and the eldest cousin Sang Wenqing, who wouldn’t arrive until New Year’s Eve, everyone was gathered. With their four family members added together, there were eleven people in total—enough to fit around a round table.
The sisters-in-law busied themselves in the kitchen while the men chatted in the living room.
"Sister-in-law," Sang's monther asked, "has Wenqing found someone yet?"
Sister Sang had plenty to say about her son’s marriage. "I’m so frustrated with that little rascal! Can you believe he’s almost twenty-nine? According to our rural customs, he’s already thirty! In our village, boys his age already have two kids; the oldest is even in first grade! And he doesn’t even have a girlfriend! He complains that we bother him when we call; if we make ten calls, he might pick up two! Is this son just here to collect debts? When will this ever end?"
Sang San Shen chimed in, "I think Sister-in-law is just too anxious. There are plenty of men in their thirties who aren’t married in big cities. The ones in our village who got married early often dropped out of school. Even old Zhang's son at the east end of the village is thirty this year and still hasn’t married."
Sister Sang retorted, "If he’s thirty and still unmarried, he might as well not come back to this house! I’ll just pretend I never had this son! You should see old Zhang; he’s already turning gray from worry! Raising sons feels like collecting debts!"
"Exactly," Sang's monther agreed with Sister-in-law. "Don’t rush it; marriage is all about fate. Right now, Wenqing's fate just hasn’t arrived yet. When it does, nothing can stop it."
Sister Sang sighed again. "I don’t want to worry about him anymore; let him do as he pleases. Even if he stays single for life, it’s not my fault."
Sang's monther and Sang San Shen exchanged glances and shared a knowing smile; they understood that Sister-in-law was just venting her frustrations. How could they not care for their only son?
"Let’s not talk about him anymore; it just makes me angry," Sister Sang said. "Hui’er, how is Sang Xiaoyu doing? Has she found anyone?"
Now it was Sang's monther's turn to sigh deeply. "Nope. She won’t even go on blind dates; I don’t know when she’ll find someone."
Sister Sang reassured her, "Sang Xiaoyu is still young, beautiful, and a teacher; we shouldn’t worry about her."
Sang San Shen added, "You all need to relax; children will find their own happiness eventually. It just means that our kids' fates haven’t arrived yet."
Sister Sang said enviously, "Miao is lucky; she gets to be a grandmother at such a young age!"
Sang San Shen replied, "Our child isn’t focused on studies at all—her grades have always been at the bottom of the class! She’s nothing like your children who are all university students. If she doesn’t study hard now, when will she get married? Besides, we still have a younger one; who knows when that one will marry?"
Sang's monther remarked, "That one just started high school; it's way too early!"
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