Mianmian woke up to realize it was already night.
When she opened her eyes, she saw her great-nephew, his wife, and several great-grandnephews and grandnieces.
"Why are you all here?" Mianmian asked as she rubbed her eyes and sat up.
Everyone had a weird expression, until finally Old Lady Su smiled as she picked up a wig that had been hurriedly made, handing it to Mianmian.
"Little Auntie, what do you think of this wig? It's curly and suits your face very well."
Mianmian didn't understand why her niece-in-law would recommend a wig to her and after thinking for a moment, she asked, "Is Mianmian going to wear a wig for the banquet?"
Her mother had a curly wig too, a yellow-brown one. When she asked what it was for, Mom said it was for wearing to dance parties, and it was the fashion trend during her youth.
So now, Mianmian assumed that her great-niece-in-law recommending a wig was for the same reason.