They had dumplings on the morning of New Year's Day. Afterward, Sun Jiaming and Dingzi took Lin Zheng, Sun Ting, and Aunt Zhao's son and daughter downstairs to set off firecrackers.
Sun Jiaming had wanted to drag Gu'er along, but she wasn't interested. She was a little afraid of the firecrackers, thinking it was a dangerous activity, so she didn't go. She just told Sun Jiaming to be careful, to watch the kids and make sure they stayed far away from the firecrackers so they wouldn't get hurt. She, meanwhile, stayed inside to chat with everyone.
It was the New Year, after all. There was nothing much to do besides eat and have fun. The women, however, had one extra task: cooking.
By now, Marina was quite used to Chinese food. Her chopstick skills had also improved greatly since she first arrived. She was particularly satisfied with the meals over the past two days, thinking Chinese food was absolutely delicious. This sparked her curiosity about cooking, and she clamored to help.
