Early in the morning,
the town was bustling with activity on New Year's Eve, and even the small inn was dressed in festive decor.
Lu Youheng had been woken up early by the firecrackers, grabbing a handful of snacks, he stood at the door watching workers paste couplets.
He occasionally helped out by checking if any were askew.
Seeing how cute he was, the innkeeper gave him a handful of candies and couldn't help asking, "Why aren't you and your dad going home for the Spring Festival on such a big holiday?"
At this time, the inn was very empty; only Lu Lingxiao and his son were staying there.
In the countryside unlike the city, the New Year's Eve dinner was usually held at midday to welcome the God of Wealth.
After watching the couplets being pasted, Lu Youheng went up the narrow staircase by himself, back to their room where his dad was still working.
Even though it was the New Year and the company had taken a holiday,
