"Old Jiang, go and fetch that jar of pickled cabbage from the cellar corner. I pickled it this year, and it's just perfect now. Also bring out those fresh pears and dried apricots I made in the summer. Xiao Xiao will definitely like them now."
Fan Xiuying suspected her daughter was having cravings.
Jiang answered honestly and hurried out to take care of it.
Indeed, his wife had cravings back then; she liked these.
He moved the ladder down to the cellar.
Jiang Lei came in from outside, supporting grandma, grandpa, uncle Fan Jianguo, and a strange young girl.
He just saw his dad moving a ladder.
Curiously asked, "Dad, what are you doing moving a ladder during the big New Year? If you need something, let me do it. Climbing up and down isn't good for you."
Fan Jianguo was also puzzled about what his brother-in-law was rushing to do.
