The Yi family is raising a toast, and the Zhou family is not missing out either.
As Zhou Jiao entered from the big courtyard to the entrance of the house, she was curious as to why her husband didn't meet her at the door. Even the arrival of Miao Zhicheng shouldn't have slowed him down.
"Dang dang... welcome our heroine home." Zhang Guoqing jumped out from the doorway, "Son, you may throw the flowers now."
Shredded colored paper was sprinkled onto the entering Zhou Jiao by this mischievous father-son duo, making the onlooking family burst into laughter.
"Mom, are you happy?"
Zhou Jiao bent down to pick up her child, accepting the small bamboo basket in his hand, "Thank you, my dear son, this is so grand."
"I originally wanted to set off firecrackers, what a pity..."
With a smile on his face, Zhou Xiaozheng gestured them to come over, "Let's have dinner first."
