On the ninth day of the month, Lin Lan was just crossing Shiqiao with a basket of paper mulberry leaves on her back when Grandma Yang came over. The moment she saw her, she said, "Ding Bang sent back some meat, vegetables, a big spotted carp weighing five or six pounds, and half a pound of beef."
"I had him slaughter a large rooster and a small hen. Xiangyang, Dongzi, and the others are coming this afternoon, so come over early to start cooking."
Lin Lan smiled and nodded. "Leave it to me."
Grandma Yang beamed, her face crinkling with joy. "Alright! I'll be waiting for Chef Lin, then." With that, she walked off, chuckling happily.
When Lin Lan reached her courtyard gate, Little Douzi ran over happily, holding a pinwheel. "Mom, look what Auntie made for me."
Lin Yuezhen had made the pinwheel from kraft paper and stuck it in a thin bamboo tube. The yellowish toy brought the little boy a lot of joy.
