After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the next important holiday was the Spring Festival.
Fatty, who had just finished making mooncakes, had already started researching dumplings.
"The Spring Festival is coming up! I need to quickly figure out what kind of fillings to use for the dumplings," Fatty said, sitting on the couch with his head propped in his hands, looking very troubled.
Gu Mian was wiping his beloved saw with a towel. "There are still four months until the Spring Festival, you know."
"With four months left, Doctor, you should have plenty of time to prepare my lucky money. Last Spring Festival, you gave me a red envelope with fifty cents! Fifty cents! That's a full ten times less than Brother Chu's. This year, you have to treat us equally. Don't shortchange your Fatty," Fatty said, theatrically wiping a tear from his eye.
Gu Mian retorted, "You're the one who picked that red envelope."
