When the string lights were switched on, Tang Village had the feel of a major city.
"Psh, it feels like some nondescript small town at best."
Father Tang retorted, thoroughly drenching his daughter's enthusiasm from head to toe.
However, Tang Shu's arrival undoubtedly delighted Father Tang, as he meticulously prepared almost every meal and seemed to chop wood with more vigor than before.
"Go tidy up the main hall, we will have the New Year's Eve dinner soon."
"Okay."
Tang Shu sat up, turned on the LCD TV in the living room, tuned to Imperial Capital TV Station, then started clearing the table. Father Tang brought freshly made dumplings to the table and poured two cups of homemade rice wine.
Father Tang's sharp eyes paused on those two cups of rice wine, he pursed his lips but eventually said nothing, pretending not to see.
"Dad, I'm of age now."
Twenty years old, old enough to drink.
