On the morning of Lunar New Year's Eve, Lin Lan had Little Douzi change into a bright red turtleneck sweater, a coffee-colored children's coat, and new cotton-padded shoes.
Lin Lan kissed him. "Mm, my son is so handsome today, just like a doll from a New Year's painting."
Little Douzi kissed her back. "Mom, when is Uncle Xiangyang coming to put up the spring couplets?"
Lin Lan glanced at the alarm clock. "Go wash your face, brush your teeth, and eat breakfast. Uncle Xiangyang will be here by then."
"Okay!" Little Douzi scurried out of the room.
Lin Lan went into the courtyard to hang the laundry.
Qiaohui carried a kettle over and poured him a basin of hot water. "Douzi, we're having sweet dumplings this morning. How many do you want?"
Little Douzi thought for a moment. "I'll have three."
