Tang Zhengde and Zhang Hualian discussed, noting the time was tight and Zhang Hualian's parental home was far away. If they delayed further, they might miss even the last bus.
"No worries, we will be back by the 28th at the latest." Zhang Hualian reassured that it was fine as long as they could return before the New Year, neither Hua Feng nor her mother would be angry.
"Every year we visit your family with hardly anything, this year let's bring two bottles of liquor, since I remember Hua Feng likes drinking, and buy a new outfit for mom." Tang Zhengde, feeling guilty, looked at Zhang Hualian. Throughout the years, during the three main festivals, they only symbolically brought something, which was quite modest.
"Okay."
Zhang Hualian smiled and nodded, feeling a sense of relief as if the hardships had passed, grateful that after so many years, they could finally bring more than usual and stop worrying her mom and Hua Feng.
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