Cai Shi and her husband were beside the hot oil pan, preparing fried treats for the New Year.
Cai Shi rolled the balls in the mixing bowl and then dropped them into the oil pan.
Her husband held chopsticks, standing by the oil pan, flipping them over.
The man was as skinny as a pole, wearing thick cotton clothes and an apron, looking somewhat comical. As he flipped the balls in the oil pan, he complained, "I asked you to buy tofu early in the morning, but you came back with an empty basket!"
"I told you, I saw Sun Huang's corpse and got startled! How could I remember to buy tofu? I'll buy it tomorrow morning!"
The man rolled his eyes at Cai Shi. "Even if you make up stories, don't involve others. Why curse people during the New Year? Buy it tomorrow? I said I wanted tofu puffs today. Do you expect me to fry them without hot oil? Start another pan of oil just to fry tofu tomorrow?"
"You..."
The two were about to argue when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
