New Year's Eve.
The atmosphere in Yan City was gloomy, with only a few households hanging red lanterns at their doors.
Heavy snow fell steadily, covering the eaves of houses completely.
"Since everyone is here, let's start eating."
Lin Shougui was looking at his children and grandchildren at the table, and opened his mouth with a hearty laugh.
Now, with three generations under one roof, his children are filial. To speak truly, this was something he hardly dared to dream of.
Mother Lin was also very comforted by the manners of her grandchildren.
Who would have thought a few years ago that her two grandsons would grow up to be what they are today?
If they were still living in the past, they would probably be wearing coarse clothes and scavenging for food in the fields.
Who wouldn't praise them now for their fine upbringing?
It's rare and fortunate that her sons and daughter are so filial, and all their spouses are great.