The next morning, after breakfast, Grandpa Xiao busied himself writing lucky calligraphy and Spring Festival couplets.
"It's rare for him to go a whole day without rushing off to play chess as soon as he finishes eating."
The old lady grumbled.
Looking at the bright red paper, a delighted smile appeared on the old lady's face.
The New Year was a major occasion.
A joyous occasion.
Naturally, they had to welcome it happily.
"This is the latest we've prepared these things in all these years."
Madam Xiao sounded rather emotional.
"Isn't that the truth?"
Tomorrow was New Year's Eve.
"It's all that old man's fault."
The old lady picked up one of the lucky characters Grandpa Xiao had written and examined it closely.
Grandpa Xiao: ...
He had been completely focused on writing just now and hadn't noticed the conversation beside him.
Now, he had just finished writing a character, but he found it difficult to respond to his wife's remark.
After all, what she had said was true.
He had been so absorbed in playing chess that he had almost forgotten about this.
However...
"I already said I was in the wrong."
"You're such a petty old woman."
"You never let anyone off once you have the upper hand."
Grandpa Xiao quietly protested his innocence several times.
"What did you say?"
The old lady turned her head.
Her attention had been focused on the lucky character just now, and the old man had spoken indistinctly, so she hadn't heard him clearly.
Still, she vaguely sensed that the old man had been talking about her.
Her eyebrows lifted.
Her expression turned somewhat unfriendly as she looked at the old man.
"I said..."
Grandpa Xiao spread the corners of his mouth into a grin. "Don't just