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Otherwise, this winter would have been another tough year.

Ni Yang is considered the lucky charm of Jinghua Village, and this statement is not an exaggeration.

Two jin of braised pork head meat satisfied everyone’s appetite.

Today is New Year’s Eve. At around seven in the early morning, Ni Yang was woken up by the crackling sound of firecrackers.

Upon waking up, Ni Yang didn’t immediately get out of bed but lazed around for a while until a little past eight when she finally got dressed.

After freshening up and having her meal, Ni Yang went out to clear the accumulated snow in the yard.

As soon as she had finished sweeping the snow, she saw Goudan leading a group of kids their way. Everyone carried something in their hands. “Sister Ni Yang, Auntie Flower, my mom asked me to bring you these steamed buns, some fried cake, and eggs.”

Steamed buns are also known as “momo”.

The fried cake is made from grinding yellow rice into flour, wrapping red bean stuffing inside, and frying until crispy. It is soft inside, and ooze filling when bitten, offering a delightful taste.

It’s a custom in Beijing to eat steamed buns and fried cakes for the New Year.

Steamed buns are made into various pleasing shapes to offer to relatives and friends when visiting their homes during this season.

Under normal circumstances, they would not readily give away significant items like momo and fried cakes. However, they chose to give them to Ni Yang as everyone regards Ni Yang as a small lucky star in the village.

Ni Yang didn’t decline everyone’s goodwill and accepted the gifts with a smile. She then reciprocated by placing some slices of bread, fruit candies, and other return gifts in the children’s baskets.

The children all said thank you very politely.

Putting up couplets and cutting paper decorations during the New Year is an indispensable part of the celebration.

Ni Cuihua brought red paper and scissors, busying herself with cutting paper decorations.

Ni Yang’s eyes were filled with smiles. How many years has it been since she had last experienced such a scene?

In her previous life, she became the head of Ning Corporation and lived a lonely life. The festivals were the loneliest moments for her, where she could only view others celebrating their family reunions from a distance.

Such warm moments like now were not something she dared yearn for.

The present moment…

Is so wonderful!

Ni Yang gazed at everything, her eyes slightly red, but the corners of her mouth lifted into a faint smile, showing a pair of shallow dimples.

“Mom, let me help you.” Ni Yang picked up the scissors and red paper. In no time, a vivid animal figure materialized in her hands.

“Yangyang, Xiaomo is here.” Ni Chenggui’s voice rang from outside the door.

Ni Yang lifted her head to see Mo Qishen carrying several big and small packages.

Mo Qishen politely greeted Ni Cuihua, “Auntie, today is New Year’s Day. These gifts are from my mother for you, wishing you safety, happiness, and abundance in the new year.”

Ni Cuihua put down her scissors and stood up, “Xiaomo, you and your mother are being too polite! How can we accept such extravagant gifts? Yangyang, quickly make some tea for Xiaomo.”

Ni Yang stood up to prepare the tea.

Mo Qishen said with a smile, “Yangyang is a big benefactor to our family! My mother and our family are all very grateful to her! These gifts are nothing compared to that, Auntie, don’t be so polite.”

Ni Cuihua replied, “Xiaomo, make yourself comfortable at our place, just like it is your own home.”

Mo Qishen is a likable and well-mannered young man. Ni Cuihua really liked this potential son-in-law, to the point where she already considered him part of the family.

Ni Yang was beautiful, and Mo Qishen was likewise very handsome. They seemed to be a more perfect match the more she observed them.

“Brother Mo, have some tea.” Ni Yang brought over a cup of clear tea.

Mo Qishen stood up and received with both hands, “Thankyou, Yangyang.”

Ni Yang said with a smile, “Why are you being so formal with me, Brother Mo?”

Just then, the crying of Little Ni Yun came from inside the house.

Ni Cuihua stood up, “I’ll go check on Yunyun, Yangyang, you stay here and chat with Xiaomo.”

In an instant, only Mo Qishen and Ni Yang remained in the room.

Mo Qishen said, “Yangyang, I saw you were cutting paper decorations earlier. Can I help you?”

“Sure.” NiYang nodded.

Mo Qishen moved a small stool next to Ni Yang, trying to calm the excitement in his heart. While pretending to be helping, he was stealing glances at Ni Yang’s profile.

His wife’s face was beautiful enough; even her hands were lovely. Long slender fingers, pale and delicate, moving through the red paper, they looked as exquisite as a plum blossom trodden in the snow.