The night in Changxi Town, because three mischievous kids exploded cow dung for the ancestors' appreciation in the shrine, led some people who originally settled in the city to return to the village.
After beating the mischievous kids, the adults didn't disperse quickly. Families and households stayed lit, drank tea, and chatted, laughing and joking with each other.
As for Chen Fengshui's family, there were particularly many guests, all of whom were older. Although they weren't dressed in suits, and their skin was somewhat dark.
Yet the accessories on their bodies or the luxury cars parked outside the house proved that the guests at Chen's house tonight were successful middle-aged people.
Ansheng squatted on the doorpost of Lin Ying's house with a curious look, glanced at the Chen's house, and headed home.
"Ah Qing! I brought snacks back!"
The little fox, carrying a bag of snacks, squeezed back into the house from the window sill.
