Watching her family steam more than ten large pots of bean buns, and seeing the drying mats of frozen buns stacked layer upon layer outside, Bai Xiulan was practically glowing with festive joy.
In previous years, she had only seen well-off families with many sons stack their drying mats of frozen bean buns layer upon layer, piled high, a sign of a prosperous life.
This year, she no longer envied those families with many sons. So what if more sons meant more labor? Her one son-in-law was worth ten sons from ten other families, and besides, she had a son of her own.
Of course, when anyone asked—including her own older brother—why she had prepared so much, she explained that her Weimin was an honest man who had brought all his grain rations to their home. If they didn't prepare more, she was afraid the children would go hungry.
