The sound of firecrackers occasionally erupted.
The Tang Family's kitchen was bustling with activity and the aroma of meat. Tang Zhengde was cooking, Zhang Hualian was preparing side dishes, Tang Yue was seated in front of the stove tending the fire, and Tang Jun was scooping hot water to clean the bowls and dishes.
As night fell, every household lit up with electric lights.
The table was laden with an abundance of dishes.
"Xiao Jun, go call Granny Tang, your eldest uncle's family, and your youngest uncle's family over for dinner," Tang Zhengde, who was cooking fish, called out to Tang Jun at his side.
Tang Jun responded and exited the kitchen, quickly making his way to the neighbors and called out, "Granny, eldest uncle, eldest auntie, youngest uncle, it's time to eat."
"Xiao Jun, today, did your dad make these dishes?" Granny Tang asked as she emerged from her room.
