"Brother! Brother!"
Under constant shaking and calling, Lin Jie finally woke up, seeing Lin Miao neatly dressed and kneeling by the bed.
He glanced at the electronic clock on the bedside table; it was not yet six in the morning, and he said gloomily, "Miaomiao, what's the matter with you? During vacations, you never woke up so early."
Lin Miao chuckled, shaking him, and said, "Brother, get up. It's already the twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month, and we haven't prepared a single New Year's supply."
She continued speaking unilaterally, "We need to buy Spring Festival couplets, lanterns to decorate the room, Chinese knots, colorful lights, and such. We also need to buy candies, nuts, fruits, firecrackers, fireworks, chickens, ducks, fish, cured meats, sausages, and vegetables..."
Lin Jie turned over, lying on the bed still motionless.
