I Was Butchering Pigs for Years—Now They Say I’m a Rich Heiress!

[Era + Group Favorite + Getting Rich]

Su Miaomiao had been slaughtering pigs for 18 years when she was suddenly told she was actually the daughter of a high-ranking official — the news shoc...

Chapter 65: Snowstorm (1/2)

"Tuo." Su Miaomiao responded through the door.

Huo Xinyuan shoveled away the snow in front of Su Miaomiao's door in two or three steps.

The door was finally able to be opened normally.

As soon as Su Miaomiao came out of the room, she felt a biting chill.

I had prepared before she died and bought her winter cotton clothes in advance.

Otherwise, she wouldn't dare to leave the room for a moment.

"Miaomiao is awake, come and have breakfast." Tang Chunlan greeted her immediately when she saw Su Miaomiao going out.

Tang Chunlan wanted Su Miaomiao to sleep a little longer in the morning, so most of the time she was the one who got up to make breakfast.

Breakfast is also simple. No matter how unpalatable the porridge is, I can still swallow it.

Su Miaomiao just let her go.

Of course, she also wanted to stay in bed a little longer.

Tang Chunlan served Su Miaomiao a bowl of hot sweet potato and millet porridge.

Su Miaomiao took a sip and felt her whole stomach warm up.

Just looking at the village in the distance, it seemed to be buried by the snow.

Su Miaomiao couldn't help but frown, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

"It's snowing so heavily, and we don't know when it will stop." Huo Jianguo probably realized something and said worriedly.

"Just keep going. We're staying at home for the winter. My younger sister told me yesterday that she has developed a new recipe and she's going to try it today." Huo Xinyuan replied from the side.

He has always been a careless person. Apart from his family, he doesn't care much about people and things outside.

Huo Yubo was different. He glanced at Huo Xinyuan and said, "Dad is worried that this long period of snowfall will cause a snowstorm."

"Snow disaster? Not really. Hasn't it always been like this in Mo City?" Huo Xinyuan finally looked out the window.

"I hope so." Huo Jianguo murmured.

However, the opposite happened. That night, when the Huo family was sleeping soundly, they suddenly heard a loud noise.

It seemed that something collapsed and caused the noise.

The Huo family members were all awakened at once, and they all put on their clothes and opened the door.

"Miaomiao? Why are you up again? It's windy at night." Tang Chunlan wrapped her clothes and looked at Su Miaomiao.

Su Miaomiao felt that even though she was wearing a cotton coat, the cold wind still blew straight into her bones, and she quickly walked to Tang Chunlan and the others.

"Dad, the noise just now seemed to come from the direction of the village, right? Did something happen?" Su Miaomiao asked.

"I'm not sure. There's too much snow and I can't see clearly." Huo Jianguo shook his head.

"Why don't we go and take a look?" Huo Yibo said after thinking for a while.

"It's snowing too heavily and it's night time now. It's too dangerous for you to go out. You should wait until tomorrow morning." Su Miaomiao was the first to refuse.

Huo Bo thought about it and felt that what Su Miaomiao said was right, so he put the idea aside.

After all, yourself and your family are more important.

"Then let's go check it out next morning. Now let's go back to our rooms and go to sleep." Tang Chunlan also supported Su Miaomiao's decision.

Su Miaomiao nodded and was about to go back to the house when she suddenly remembered something.

"Dad, let's clean up the snow on the roof."

"Shall we clean it up now? Or should we do it tomorrow?" Tang Chunlan said, "I was afraid it would be too dark at night and I wouldn't be able to see the situation clearly."

"It's okay, I went to the city last time and bought a few flashlights. It's still the middle of the night now, and I'm afraid that the snow will accumulate more and more tomorrow morning and will crush the beams of our house." The loud noise just now gave Su Miaomiao a very uncomfortable feeling.