Since the New Year, Chen Family Village has never been this lively.
Except for Chen Yongyi and Chen Chuchu, who haven't returned to Zhenzhou, everyone else in the village gathered at the Familiar Medicine Institute. Each brought dishes from home, filling up the long table.
Yang Shuyin sat beside Old Mrs. Chen, her eyes filled with joy everywhere she looked.
Old Mrs. Chen raised her cup: "Today A Yin has returned, the old lady is happy, let's all have a drink."
Chen Yongsheng nodded: "Listening to Auntie's advice." In the past, when he thought his aunt's children were both gone, he often consoled her saying, "If they're gone, how could I follow suit? I must still support Zigeng and search for news of Liangchen."
Auntie's words were right, if it weren't for always looking forward, could there be today?
Yang Shuyin took a sip of the wine, the rice wine brewed by Chen Family Village was slightly sour, but more sweet.
Old Mrs. Chen asked, "Is the rice cake delicious?"
