Xiao Man looked at Zheng Shaolian, who seemed a little down, and asked with a smile, "You don't want to go? How about I go with you?"
Zheng Shaolian's face immediately lit up with a smile. "Great! I was just about to ask. You should come back with me and Shao Jin for a few days!"
"Is your Zheng Family very big?"
"Not that many. Every time my brother and I go, after we pay respects to our ancestors, everyone gathers for a meal. It's usually about seven or eight tables."
"Seven or eight tables... that's seventy or eighty people! And you say that's not a lot? Are they all close relatives? I thought people only paid respects to their ancestors during the Qingming Festival. Why do it now?"
Zheng Shaolian chuckled and ruffled her hair. "And you say *I'm* the one with a million questions. I think that title belongs to you. How am I supposed to answer all of that?"
"One by one, of course."
