"Uncle Dashan and Aunt Guihua, having a son and daughter-in-law like you is truly a blessing, you won’t have to worry about anything in your later years," the villagers complimented one after another.
A young man who wasn’t very old squeezed next to Jiang Changhai and said with a grin, "Brother Changhai, you look really nice in those clothes, so spirited and chic. It’s different from us, you’re truly city folks now."
"You’ve got a good eye, kid. These clothes were bought in the Capital City, we don’t have them around here," Changhai said, stretching his arm to show off.
"Clothes from the Capital City, huh? I knew they looked really good."
After flattering him a bit more, the young man finally revealed his true purpose, "Brother Changhai, you see, tonight is New Year’s Eve, and after our villagers eat the New Year’s Eve dinner, there isn’t much to do. Your family has had a good year, you bought a big TV, could you let the villagers come over after dinner to watch the Spring Festival Gala at your place?"
"Yes, Changhai, we haven’t watched the Spring Festival Gala in years, and it’s better to watch it together on such a festive occasion—it’s more lively."
The villagers, seeing someone take the lead, echoed the sentiment one after another.
Changhai, upon hearing this, didn’t think it was a big deal and readily nodded in agreement, "Sure, after you finish the New Year’s Eve dinner, come over, and we can all watch the Spring Festival Gala together."
"That’s great, Changhai, I knew you were the most sensible and understanding," they praised.
"Yes, Changhai is really considerate of us villagers," another added.
The villagers, elated by the prospect of watching the Spring Festival Gala at the Jiang Family’s house that evening, kept lavishing praise on Changhai and his family.
It was only because Changhai was in a hurry to get home that they let him go.
Finally, breaking free from the villagers, they carried their big and small packages and returned to the Jiang Family’s home.
As soon as Changhai entered the house, he called out loudly, "Mom, Dad, we’re back."
Zhang Guihua, hearing his voice from inside, came out joyfully. She frowned at the sight of her eldest son’s family’s outfits, "Eldest, Mianmian, you’re back, why are you wearing so little? Aren’t you cold? Come inside quickly."
"Grandma, we’re not cold, we are wearing down jackets, they’re really warm. Don’t believe me? Touch my hand," Mianmian said, stretching out her warm little hand and grasping Guihua’s wrinkled one.
"Ah, really, your hand is warm indeed."
Seeing that Mianmian’s hands weren’t cold, Guihua knew they hadn’t sacrificed warmth for appearance and finally smiled.
Dashan, seeing his eldest son’s family return, also beamed with happiness, the elderly always enjoyed the feeling of having their family around.
Moreover, the Jiang Family had been doing better and better this year with the help of the eldest son, which pleased him the most.
Sun Lixia followed behind Su Wanyu, her eyes constantly examining her attire.
Seeing her in such pretty, figure-hugging clothes, tall and slender, wearing cotton-leather shoes, looking as fresh and youthful as an unmarried girl, she couldn’t help but feel envious.
It had to be admitted, the sister-in-law was not only beautiful but also a perfect mannequin; she looked good in anything she wore.
Not knowing where she bought that coat, and it looked so nice, she wondered if Changtao would be willing to spend the money to buy one for her too.
Then, upon seeing the items the two were carrying, her face immediately brightened, and she hurriedly went to pour a few cups of hot water and brought them in, saying warmly, "Big brother, sister-in-law, Mianmian, have some hot water to warm up."