Fanghua reminded everyone that these were for her grandchildren, and no one could touch a single cent.
"Mom, you should save it for them. In the future, whenever they receive red envelopes, you can save them! When they're older and need the money, you can give it to them!"
Qin Mu said.
"I have no problem with that, but your dad insisted I give it to you!"
Fanghua sighed as she spoke, thinking about how her husband and grandson were both out to eat tonight. On the first day of the New Year, they went out for dinner with friends. Fanghua, however, was not in the mood for socializing and stayed home for a bit of peace, waiting for her son and daughter-in-law to come back and have a warm chat.
Once the help returned, the three of them, along with the two little ones, finally had a comfortable dinner together.
At the dining table, Fanghua looked at her son, who was at home for once, and curiously asked, "Yichen, you usually don't come home all day on the first day of the New Year!"
