"Mother," Gu Yuanshui said, quickly trying to lighten the mood after sensing the old lady's low spirits. "How much New Year's lucky money are you planning to give us this year?"
"You're already a grown man, and you have the nerve to ask for that?" Li Cuicui spat at him playfully. "Now that your mother is getting on in years, shouldn't you be the ones showing me filial piety?"
"That's different! We absolutely should honor you both," Gu Yuanshui laughed ingratiatingly. "It's just that ever since we were little, the thing we looked forward to most was the New Year. Whenever this time came around, you and Father would always give us a red envelope. We brothers looked forward to it all year long."
The brothers seemed to recall those fond memories, grinning foolishly.
