Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was shared only with her uncle's family and Xiao Bai and the others. After dinner, each person returned to their courtyard to stay up for New Year's Eve.
With his beloved wife on his left and his excellent son on his right, Ah Jiu's heart had never felt so content. Seeing the bright red paper cuttings on the window made him feel even happier.
"This year we still can't celebrate New Year with Royal Mother. I painted a picture of Little Bun and sent it back to her before, and also sent a letter," Wufu said.
Ah Jiu responded, "Your health is important, don't over-exert yourself. From my perspective, Royal Mother will only become more longing after seeing the portrait."
Wufu could imagine that scene and couldn't help but smile, "It's just a simple sketch, nothing too demanding."
"I'll keep it for a few days; since we're free, why not invite an artist tomorrow to paint a portrait of our family of three?" Ah Jiu pondered aloud.
