On the morning of New Year's Day, there's no need for visiting, and Zhang Yu happily lies on the heated kang bed. Feeling the kang's temperature drop in the morning, she knows the firewood has burned out, so she quickly gets up to add more.
In such cold weather, if the kang's fire goes out, it will really be freezing.
After the kang warms up, Zhang Yu groggily falls back asleep, and when she wakes up again, she realizes it's brightly lit outside, knowing that it's already late.
Looking at her watch, it's past ten, which isn't early anymore. Though during the Northeast's winter break, people only eat two meals a day, by this time her stomach had long been protesting.
She took out a box of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, a box of bird's nest, oh, and some fruits with a rice ball from the pantry.
