"Ah Qing, are you awake yet? Come out and fold the gold paper..." Ah Qing had just changed clothes and caught the little fox who was trying to go back to sleep back on the bed, dragging it to wash up, when Chen Peipei's voice called out from the living room.
"Oh, just a moment..."
Ah Qing replied from inside the room, placed Xiaolan in front of the dining table, and walked over to the living room.
In the living room, the shrine in front of the door shone brightly with oil, and the offerings were all placed on the table. Stacks of square gold paper used to fold gold ingots were piled neatly on the table.
On the living room sofa lay a bunch of little cousins who were already burnt out, their eyes dull, looking as if they had seen through the mundane world, questioning life with an incredulous face.
"Ha!"
