"Yingzi, I'm so happy." Xu Qinghe, eyes blurred with drunkenness, grabbed Ji Ying's hand and kept saying, "I'm happy, I'm really happy today."
"Alright, alright, we know you're happy." Ji Ying smelled the strong scent of alcohol on him and couldn't help taking a step back. She looked at Xu Nianhua and the others, saying, "Your dad is really happy today. On the day we moved, he kept saying if only you siblings could be home, it would be perfect."
"We're all together today, that counts the same." Xu Nianhua took a sip of chicken soup, smacked her lips, and said, "Mom, the chicken soup at home is the best, along with all these dishes. I always feel like I can't get this kind of food in Ningbei."
Today, Xu Nianhua ate two big bowls of rice, and was still reluctant to put down her chopsticks.
