Since Miao Xiaoman had already spoken, she had clearly made up her mind and immediately instructed her husband.
"Alright, I'll fry them up extra big and fluffy for her!" Niu Dali thumped his chest with confident assurance when his wife asked him to make this.
"Sheng Xia, are you selling Spring Festival couplets this month?" Putting aside the couplet-clinging plan between Niu Dali and Miao Xiaoman over here, Li Cuann—the very first person to get off work and come out—saw that Sheng Xia's stall had turned into a couplet stand, and all his hopes instantly turned to despair.
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