"In the past, the Fang family would make dumplings during the Chinese New Year. Then they would sit in front of the television and watch the Spring Festival Gala. But they did not allow me to join them."
"During Chinese New Year, I would have to remain in the basement. The basement was dark and cold, so I had to huddle under a blanket to stay warm. My Chinese New Year's dinner would consist of a few stale buns and some pickles, which were a few days old."
"If there were left-over dumplings the next day, they would only give me a few bites."
When Mo Yu heard Fang Liu's words, his gaze turned cold. At the same time, his heart ached for Fang Liu.
There were no extra stools in the backyard, so the children held their bowls and ate while standing up. Their tiny faces were filled with the joy of the Chinese New Year.
