Seeing this, An'an and Nuannuan stopped crying. Anyway, this kind of thing had happened every now and then over the past few months, and they were used to it.

The two little ones already know that crying won't get them any meat, so they just pretend to cry each time.

But at least I got half a cup of juice, so it's not a bad deal!

Seeing that the two children had quieted down, Bi Qiaoan quickly ate lunch and then replaced Shen Yanming.

An'an and Nuannuan didn't cry or fuss until the couple finished eating and cleared away the plates. This relieved the couple.

However, Shen Yanming said with some regret, "At the beginning of the new year, we still had to eat at different times. I'm so sad. I hope An'an and Nuannuan will be more sensible next year and can eat with their parents."

Bi Qiaoan smiled and said, "Well, when it's time for our family of four, we'll have to prepare an even more lavish feast."

"It depends on the two of them. If they like it, we'll make them a cake. They're still a bit too young at one year old; there are many things they shouldn't eat. Let's wait until they're a little older."

Bi Qiaoan didn't object. Anyway, there was still a long way to go, so they could talk about it later.

The couple sat on the sofa with their two children, ready to watch TV, when a burst of laughter and chatter came from outside, louder than it had been in the early hours of the morning.

Bi Qiaoan was a little curious, so she got up and looked out the window, where she saw a group of people having a snowball fight.

"Overnight, the snow was already thirty or forty centimeters thick! That's an incredible amount of snow!" The worst part is that it's still falling heavily from the sky, showing no sign of stopping.

"If this snow doesn't stop soon, we're afraid we'll suffer another disaster."

The couple were a little worried, but their two little ones were oblivious. As soon as they heard it was snowing outside, they thought of that white, similar-looking thing.

An'an hadn't given up on wanting to try it, pointing outside and shouting, "Mwah, mwah!"

Nuannuan's eyes darted around, and she hugged Shen Yanming's neck, calling out, "Baba~"

The couple really didn't want to go out anymore, but they couldn't bear to upset their son and daughter. So they carried the two children to the glass window and let them look out through the glass.

The intention was simply to let the two of them enjoy the view, but unexpectedly, seeing the snowballs flying around and people sometimes bending down and sometimes throwing them, the two kids got so excited that they started banging on the glass.

The glass is specially made and has a very strong load-bearing capacity, so it's not afraid of the two little ones' little hands at all. But the two kids weren't satisfied. After watching for a while, they started to pout and point outside, making "ah ah" noises.

Bi Qiaoan sighed: "My little darlings, can we please not go out during the day? Even if there's no sun outside, there's still sunshine."

Although it was overcast, with much of the sunlight filtered out by the clouds, the fact that it was still daylight meant that the sun was still present.

Although people are no longer reluctant to go out for work and socializing during the day because of the low nighttime temperatures in recent months, it is undeniable that those who have not contracted impetigo should still avoid going out during the day as much as possible.

Shen Yanming also reasoned with the two children: "The uncles and aunts outside all have pustules on their faces. Weren't you very scared before? If An'an and Nuannuan go outside, they might also get pustules on their faces."

The two kids then remembered how scary their dad's face used to be. They were the kind of kids who would cry if they accidentally saw it. It wasn't until they were a little older and more sensible that they stopped being afraid.

Of course, there's also the reason why Shen Yanming later treated the bumps on his face.

There was no way around it; he hadn't originally planned to leave any psychological trauma on his two children, but he always wore a mask when he held his son and daughter, which was a kind of torture for him.

If the two kids can't see his face and think their dad just wears a blue mask, that would be terrible. From now on, they'll call anyone wearing a mask "Dad," making their biological father feel incredibly awkward.

Left with no other choice, I discussed it with my wife and we decided to show our true faces. We were just a little worried about scaring our son and daughter, or making them think that their father really looked like this.

Fortunately, the two kids are quite receptive. After crying twice, they realized that this ugly man was actually very gentle.

Not only would she hug and kiss them, but she would also feed them delicious food and occasionally take them for a stroll, so they accepted it.

However, there is still some aversion to people with pustules.

Just like in the early hours of the morning, the couple tried to chat with people who were bundled up, for fear of scaring An'an and Nuannuan.

But babies are babies; they know about impetigo, but they don't understand its severity. After a moment of silence, hearing the joyful noise outside, they couldn't sit still. They wiggled their little bottoms, struggling to jump out of the glass window.

Bi Qiaoan looked to Shen Yanming for help, only to see him sigh: "Then let's go out for a walk. In the past six months, I haven't let the two kids go out during the day."

"What about impetigo?"

Shen Yanming chuckled: "Of course we're not afraid. Just cover the two kids' faces and heads, and everything will be fine." As for the two of them, there are plenty of ways to fool them, so there's really no need to worry too much.

"Moreover, there are already individuals who have developed immunity to sunlight mutations. However, they are still very few, and they are currently the subjects of research by medical departments at all levels. Scientists hope to find a second way to rapidly develop immunity to sunlight from their blood."

"Where did you hear that? I have no idea about this."

"Well, that's what Meng Wu said. The abscesses on his body are completely under control, and there are even signs that they are continuing to shrink. He has been listed as a key research subject by Haishi Hospital."

"Huh? Then he won't have his brain sliced ​​up, will he?" Bi Qiaoan joked.

"No, he just had a few vials of blood drawn, but the hospital gave him a few kilograms of red dates and brown sugar as compensation."

Bi Qiaoan nodded and smiled, "It's not a loss."

"Yeah, he was pretty smug when he told me about it."

"Do you think his boil really healed on its own?"

Bi Qiaoan still remembered that Shen Yanming had given him strawberry jam. That strawberry jam contained strawberries imbued with spiritual energy, which could inhibit the development of impetigo.

Shen Yanming nodded: "It should be. I only gave him strawberry jam once, and he should have finished it a long time ago. Besides, the amount of spiritual strawberry in it is limited, so it can only suppress it slightly."

Unlike Meng Wu, whose body is almost completely free of pustules, with only a few remaining on his face.

"He's amazing! His immune system is so strong without any external help!"

"Yes, he was among the first to fall ill, and also among the most severely affected. Perhaps that's why he was able to control his symptoms in such a short time."

Of course, these were all just his wild guesses.

The couple talked as if no one else was around, which made An'an and Nuannuan, who were watching the commotion from the glass window, very anxious.