On the day of the Little New Year, the Gu family brothers all gathered before Gu Dashishi's bed.
"Seventh had someone send these over?" Liu Liu and Li Xiaohua's eyes gleamed as they stared at the items placed in the corner of the bed.
There was not only white flour and rice, but also half a side of pork and an assortment of pastries.
"That Seventh has really struck it rich. All this stuff, and with just a word, he got Chief Li to run an errand for him." Li Xiaohua's tone dripped with envy.
"Mother! Look at all this stuff. How about you share some with us?" Liu Liu rubbed her hands together, wishing she could just grab everything and run home with it.
Without looking up, Li Cuicui continued to sew the shoe in her hands. "No matter how much there is, it's a gift from my son to show his devotion to me. Today is the Little New Year. Where are the filial gifts from your families?"
