“Qingqing fell asleep on the way back last night, and I was worried about leaving you alone. But don’t worry, Qingqing, I just held you while we slept, and didn’t do anything else.”

Wen Qinghe knew, of course, that he hadn't done anything. She usually slept alone and had never experienced sleeping with someone else before.

Surprisingly, it's not bad at all!

Thinking about how the two of them will inevitably share a bed after getting married.

With him, this big, continuously heating hand warmer,

She's not afraid of the cold!

…

Seeing that the girl wasn't angry or disgusted, Yan Xiao felt slightly relieved, and a secret joy rose in his heart.

He glanced at the sky and knew he needed to get up early and take the little girl on her journey.

Last night he only helped the little girl take off her coat, and it was still a bit chilly this morning.

He told Wen Qinghe to sleep a little longer in bed, while he went to the state-run restaurant to buy breakfast.

In early winter, a thin layer of frost flowers forms on the glass outside the window, loose and scattered, like a hazy mist, as if nature itself is painting on it with the cold wind.

Wen Qinghe felt the room temperature drop several degrees as the man left.

With the heat source in the blankets gone, she lost interest in lying in bed and got out to wash up in her personal space.

......

The state-run restaurants here serve breakfasts full of local specialties.

So when Wen Qinghe saw the potato dumplings, tofu noodles, and walnut cakes in the lunchbox...

Her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, filled with a sense of novelty.

She learned about a local specialty snack in Longnan from her grandfather, the housekeeper, which originated in the Ming Dynasty and is called Yangyu Jiaotuan.

I haven't had the chance to eat it yet.

Potato jiaotuan is actually just potatoes. The potatoes produced here have a very high starch content, making them both starchy and fragrant.

So when Yan Xiao opened the lid, the enticing aroma made her stomach rumble.