On the twenty-ninth of the lunar year, the sky had cleared up. Qi Taiguo had come back from his night shift and slept for a few hours. When he woke up again, he found his little home decked out all in red.
Cheng Su was busy at the dining table. Qi Taiguo walked over and saw that there were red couplets on the table, along with a bowl of flour paste that had been cooked. Cheng Su was using her fingers to apply the paste on the back of the couplets.
"Why didn't you call me to help paste them?" Qi Taiguo yawned, moving to help.
"Weren't you supposed to sleep? If not, go wash your face. There is still some food left warm in the pot. We should be leaving soon, right?" Cheng Su pushed his hand away.
Qi Taiguo complied quickly, washing his face and eating the meal Cheng Su had left for him, a serving of large meat dumplings.
After he had washed the dishes, he saw Cheng Su tiptoeing to paste a red paper on the door of their bedroom. Qi Taiguo walked over: "Let me do it!"
