Xu Changqing had no idea that Shen Weimin, not content with teasing her during the day, had gone on to pester Mr. Shen in the evening. Right now, all she could do was listen to her mother go on and on about "that boy, our Wei Min."
Facing a stack of bright red paper, Xu Changqing cut the sheets while listening to her mother recount the day's trip to the Xiangyang Team, chiming in with a word or two every so often.
On the kang bed, Bai Xiulan paused her story. Seeing that her daughter had nearly finished cutting the red paper for the couplets and "fortune" characters, and that her mother-in-law still hadn't returned, she couldn't help but ask.
"Your grandma just went to the team headquarters to see when it's our turn to grind the soybeans. Why isn't she back yet? You don't think she tripped and fell somewhere on the way, do you?"
