In the past, the Spring Festival couplets at home had been personally written by his grandfather. His grandfather had never gone to school when he was young, and he had only learned a few words from the late emperor. His handwriting was not good.

However, he was never tired of writing couplets. After he was done, he would ask, “Grandson, look at my handwriting. Has it improved since last year?”

The person in his memory was no longer there. It had only been half a year, but Song Jingchen felt as if a lifetime had passed.

After a long silence, Song Jingchen picked up his pen and wrote down a few pairs of words. They all had excellent meanings.

She watched as the cold-looking young man wrote on the paper with vigor.

Shen Yijia rubbed her chin.

Why was her husband so good-looking? Even his handwriting was better than anyone else.

Although she didn’t recognize half the words, it didn’t stop her from appreciating beautiful things.

Madam Li came in with a small basket. When she saw the couplets on the table, she paused and sighed. “It’s time to paste them and cleanse away bad luck for this year.”

Obviously, she was thinking about the same thing as Song Jingchen.

She sighed and looked at Shen Yijia. “Sister Jia, I made some date cakes and cloud cakes. Send some to Auntie Tian’s house next door.”

The An family relied on the coarse rice they had bought from Widow Wang to survive. There was probably nothing else to eat at home.

Madam Li could not care less about the others in the village. She just wanted to take care of the ones she was on good terms with.

Shen Yijia agreed and took the basket from Madam Li’s hand. She carried a sled that she had just made last night and went out.

This was inspired by the miserable state of the villagers yesterday. After making a few, Brother Hao and the others started playing early in the morning. With this, it was much easier to walk in the snow.

Even Furball was given one. Furball, who used to stay in the charcoal basin every day, was now playing happily in the courtyard.

Standing in front of the An family’s courtyard, Shen Yijia knocked on the door and waited for a long time before someone opened it.

It was An Xiu’er.

“Thank you, Sister Shen.” An Xiu’er’s expression was unreadable. In any case, Shen Yijia could not understand it. She kept feeling that the gentle girl from before had changed into a different person, making her feel very uncomfortable.

However, she did not mind. The two families were not very close to each other, and only Madam Li and Auntie Tian occasionally visited each other.

Shen Yijia handed the things to An Xiu’er and went home. At this moment, Madam Li and Widow Wang were cutting the window flowers with Sister Huan and Lin Miaomiao.

Bruiser and the other boys were posting couplets.

“I’ll help too.” Looking at the couplets that Bruiser and the others had pasted crookedly, Shen Yijia’s eyes hurt and her heart ached for the couplets. After saying that, she went over to snatch the work from Bruiser.

Bruiser glanced at her resentfully, not daring to protest.

“Sister-in-law, I’ll help you too.” Sister Huan threw down the scissors and ran to Shen Yijia’s side.

Madam Li shook her head helplessly and sighed. “This girl is always jumping around. I wonder who she learned it from.”

She was just saying it casually, but Song Jingchen, who was reading at the side, paused. He glanced at Shen Yijia, who was leaning against the door frame, and a smile appeared on his face.

According to tradition, they had to eat dumplings on New Year’s Eve. Fortunately, there was still some preserved meat and dried vegetables from before. They even had meat and vegetable fillings.

As soon as it was out of the pot, it emitted a fragrance that drifted far away. Fortunately, the An family was the only one left in the village. Otherwise, it would have aroused the anger of the people.

Because there were many people, this New Year’s Eve was especially lively.

Especially for Shen Yijia, since she had never experienced this in her previous life. The group of patients did not know what New Year’s Eve was. On the contrary, all the staff from the mental hospital went home for a reunion that day.

Thus, none of the staff were around to prepare food. Everyone in the mental hospital would have to starve for a day, so Shen Yijia ate especially much this time.

If Song Jingchen hadn’t noticed that something was wrong, she would have eaten even more.