An Hao was woken up by the sound of firecrackers. She tiredly opened her eyes to see that the sky outside was still pitch-black.
Qin Jian held her tightly in his arms, his large hand covering her ears, "You can sleep a little longer."
"Today is the first day of the new year, we need to get up early to cook. If people coming over for New Year's visits see that we're still in bed, we will be the laughing stock," An Hao muttered.
But in the end, she couldn't resist the onslaught of sleepiness, and her eyelids closed once more…
When she woke up again, the other side of the bed was empty.
She hurriedly got dressed and climbed out of the bed, lifting the curtain to look outside, only to see that the kitchen was already filled with smoke from the stove.
The two main men of the house were standing in front of a large pot cooking dumplings.