An Ning’s tone was very calm as she replied, "I learned it from Sikong Wuyou at the County Office."

"Oh, so Lord County Magistrate taught you. No wonder," Mrs. Yan said with a slight reproach. "But how can you call out Lord County Magistrate’s name so casually? Luckily, there are no outsiders here; otherwise, it would be embarrassing!"

Upon hearing An Ning’s response, An Yu didn’t say a word, but the frown on his face showed that he didn’t believe An Ning’s words.

He was aware of the time when An Ning was taken away by Sikong Wuyou due to her injury, but from the fluency and strength in An Ning’s writing, it was clear it couldn’t be learned in just a few years.

So, An Ning saying that her writing was taught by Sikong Wuyou, wasn’t that a joke!

Although he didn’t know why An Ning was lying, he chose not to expose her.

He was just curious, based on his investigations, An Ning used to struggle even with eating, so who exactly taught her to write? And why was she hiding it?

Time always flies, especially when you’re busy.

Mrs. Yan cooked the glue, and An Ning handed spring couplets to An Yu. Soon, the house doors and the big tree in the yard were all adorned with bright red decorations.

Standing at the doorway, Mrs. Yan looked inside the house with great satisfaction.

An Yu, meanwhile, pridefully sought praise, "Sister, how is it? Your brother is amazing, right?"

He had put all these up with his own hands.

It wasn’t a big deal, but it made him incredibly proud. This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Seeing An Yu’s eager eyes, An Ning felt a bit uncomfortable and turned her head, saying, "They’re crooked and ugly as hell!"

Indeed, when it came to talent, An Yu was not inferior to anyone.

But in terms of hands-on skills, he wasn’t even as good as An Ning.

After An Ning left, An Yu turned back to look at the spring couplets he had put up.

He looked left and right but couldn’t see where exactly they were crooked.

An Yu fell into deep thought; were they really as bad as An Ning had said?

Mrs. Yan came over to comfort him, "Yuyu, your sister just has that temper. Don’t take it personally. Our spring couplets this year are the best we’ve ever put up, better than all the previous times..."

In the past, life was tough, even eating was hard. Buying red paper and hiring someone to write spring couplets cost money, which made things even tighter, and there wasn’t a good mood even during the New Year. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

But this year was different; An Ning was successful and could earn money. Although Mrs. Yan didn’t have any money, An Ning made sure she was well-fed and clothed.

The return of her son, lost for more than ten years, was the happiest thing for Mrs. Yan.

An Yu smiled, "I know, sister is just being stubborn. Don’t worry, mom, I won’t blame her."

"That’s good." Hearing An Yu’s response, Mrs. Yan finally felt at ease.

The New Year’s Eve dinner was made by Lan Ru, and it was very sumptuous, but the appetite of the three wasn’t very big.

Following the usual tradition, Mrs. Yan held An Ning’s hand to stay up all night, and An Yu was with them. This was what made her happiest this year.

Halfway through the night, An Ning couldn’t help it and let out a tired yawn.

Mrs. Yan said, "If you’re sleepy, don’t stay up, go back to sleep."

An Ning: "I’m fine, not too sleepy."

In the past, she was a night owl, but here without computers or phones, just sitting dryly was hard to endure.