Pei Huai did indeed manage to install the TV, and there was an image.
The Spring Festival Gala was already on, so tonight, they could enjoy their New Year's Eve dinner while watching the show.
Even though it hadn't happened yet, just thinking about it made Jiang Ran feel pretty good.
There were still four or five hours until the Spring Festival Gala started.
But a channel was playing cartoons.
Even though Little Jing had seen the cartoon before, he still watched it with great interest.
Jiang Ran didn't say much else and just sat nearby, watching with Little Jing.
There were peanuts and sunflower seeds on the table, and while Jiang Ran ate, she also shelled some to put in a dish for Little Jing.
Every time Little Jing ate, he would say, "Thank you, Mom."
Little Jing's voice was soft and gentle, and he was so polite that anyone hearing him couldn't help but feel their heart melt.
