As soon as midnight struck, tens of New Year blessings flooded into Bertha Haines's WeChat. She didn't have time to see who sent them before Amos Smith's video call came through.
"Happy New Year."
Bertha took her phone and walked out of the room; some things were not suitable for her mother to hear.
"Happy New Year."
Amos looked at the girl in the video, dressed in cartoon pajamas, her smooth black hair falling on her shoulders, a gentle smile on her fair face.
"Are you... ready to sleep?"
Bertha went downstairs with her phone, sat down on the sofa, intending to chat with Amos for a while.
"Yes, I have to get up early to make dumplings tomorrow."
Children in the village had to grow up early; Amos was not surprised that the girl could cook.
"I think I've never tasted your cooking."
Bertha suddenly felt a bit shy: "My cooking is just so-so; even April kind of dislikes it, let alone you."
Amos: "Then find some time for me to try it?"
