At the end of September, Liu Yulan was busy every day. Her youngest son was getting married on October 2nd, and she had to prepare a lot of things to bring.
When Wang Pandi returned to her parents' home with Yang Zhigang and Yang Qingwen, she was stunned by the jars all over the place.
"Mom, what are you doing? Why have you moved all these out?" Wang Pandi asked as she walked in, seeing Liu Yulan writing something at the table.
"Hey, you came just in time. Help me put these labels on." Liu Yulan heard the sound but didn't look up, seriously cutting paper.
"Grandma, what are you doing? Let me help you." Yang Qingwen, a nine-year-old who had just entered third grade, had a delicate face. She was losing baby teeth, leaving a gap that made her speak a bit lisping, so she hadn't been keen on talking or smiling recently.
Especially at home, where her cousin next door always teased her, it was really annoying.
