By the end of the last lunar month, He Lang had given his employees their New Year bonuses and sent them off for the holidays, closing up the supermarket.
In years past, when Xue Yue was around, He Lang had never found the idle days so difficult. Now, with Xue Yue gone, he'd come home to find Daya taking such good care of the other two children that there was nothing left for him to do.
When Wang Hai asked him out for a meal, He Lang brought his three children along.
Seeing He Lang's children made Wang Hai green with envy.
"I'm telling you, He Lang, you've really got it all. You're one happy man."
He Lang nodded. "I am. I'm very happy. It's just... my wife is abroad and can't come back for the New Year."
Wang Hai roared with laughter. "You sap. Miss your wife already?"
He Lang didn't see any reason to deny it and nodded right away. "I do. But what's the use? She's overseas. I can't even write her a letter or give her a call."
