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Anyway, I don’t have it, believe it or not. Sang Yu wasn’t very good at lying; she had already given up. "Just play with your phone. I want to chat with my friend."
Hmph! Sang Xia let her sister off the hook and stopped pressing her for answers. However, she had seen who her sister was chatting with just now. Wasn’t that the initials of Lu Jing? And calling her sister "baby"? Hmph, what a scumbag!
Her sister was really something. Why chase after a man when there were plenty of frogs that didn’t have three legs? She couldn’t understand it at all—just couldn’t wrap her head around it.
How could someone who didn’t get it explain the simple yet complicated matter of love to her? It was better to wait until she figured it out herself in the future.
On the twenty-eighth day of the Lunar New Year, after breakfast, Sang Yu’s family of four began their big cleaning. With more hands on deck, they finished cleaning in just one morning. They had a light lunch together, and in the afternoon, Sister Sang and Sang San Shen came over, and the three sisters-in-law started preparing food for the New Year.
They steamed buns, fried meatballs, and prepared a lot of food. With so much to do, they knew they would be busy all afternoon and into the next day.
On New Year’s Eve, it was time to make dumplings in the morning. Regardless of age or gender, everyone in their family participated in wrapping dumplings. They didn’t let the older couple help anymore.
With nine people working together, they wrapped dozens of trays of dumplings—vegetable filling, lamb filling, beef filling, pork filling—every kind to suit everyone’s taste.
Once they finished their tasks, all that was left was to hang up the couplets in the afternoon. That was a job for the men; the women had completed their duties.
Sang Yu had been having so much fun at home these past few days that she completely forgot about Lu Jing. When he sent her messages on WeChat, she took a long time to reply. Lu Jing felt frustrated but couldn’t do anything about it since he couldn’t reach her. Moreover, his girlfriend didn’t allow him to call her either; he just noted down all these grievances for later.
At around three in the afternoon, Sang Wenqing finally returned home. Sang's father drove into town to pick him up. Sang's grandpa and Sang's grandmother were thrilled to see their grandson after a year apart.
Sister Sang was also overjoyed to see her son; after all, the last time she saw him was during the New Year celebrations. In the blink of an eye, another year had passed. Her son was still single this year as well. Thinking about this made Sister Sang force a smile that looked somewhat twisted on her face.
Sang Wenqing noticed his mother’s expression and tried to cheer up his parents by moving closer to his mom. “Mom, you haven’t seen your son in a year; don’t you miss me?”
“Miss you? What would I miss you for? You just make me angry every day; I only miss my daughter-in-law,” Sister Sang replied without any anger.
“Mom, how can you say that?! I haven’t even found a wife yet! You’re already being biased! If I bring my wife home, will I still have a place in this family? No way! For your love, I think I’ll hold off on finding a wife for now.”
Hearing her son’s nonsense, Sister Sang looked around and spotted a broom behind the door. She quickly grabbed it.
“You little brat! Are you trying to make me angry on purpose? If you don’t find a wife, then you can be an old bachelor for life! That way I won’t have to worry about babysitting!” Sang Wenqing ran ahead while Sister Sang chased after him.
“Mom! We’re supposed to be gentlemen who use words instead of fists!” Sang Wenqing exclaimed as he hadn’t even put down his dumpling-making tools before being chased by his mother.
“I’m no gentleman; I’m just a little woman!” Sister Sang declared as she chased him around the yard again and again, showing no signs of being over fifty years old.
At this moment, Sang Wenqing added fuel to the fire. “Mom, you’re wrong! You’re not a little woman anymore; you’re an old woman!”
“Stop running, you little brat! Stand still! Today I won’t stop until I knock you down!”
“Oh no! Mom! If you take my last name, my grandfather will jump out of his coffin to find you!”
“Hey! Hey! Mom, can you please ease up? I’m your own son!” Sang Wenqing jumped around while covering his backside; his comical antics drew laughter from everyone watching.
Everyone knew that Sang Wenqing was just teasing Sister Sang; otherwise, how could such a strong young man be beaten?
After a while, Sister Sang finally stopped panting heavily. “I can’t do this anymore; I’m getting old and can’t run like before. If it were earlier, I could have chased him for three blocks.”
Don't mention it; the two of them actually went through this before. Sister Sang had a fiery temper, and when Sang Wenqing was little, he was quite mischievous, often getting into trouble that led others to come to their home. There was one time when Sister Sang chased Sang Wenqing around the entire village with a stick.
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