Winter has arrived, and heavy snow has been falling for several days. Several snowmen have been piled up in the yard, but after two days of playing safely, the fun has worn off.

Winter vacation had just started, and Zhang Guoqing, the vice president of the student union, stayed in school to participate in an event. Zhou Jiao returned home alone and saw her son directing several children to move firewood and Aunt Chen moving a coffee table.

"What's going on?"

Ping An, who was constantly busy, saw Zhou Jiao and his eyes lit up. He immediately rushed over and said, "Mom, you're back? Aren't you coming back this weekend?"

Aunt Chen put down the coffee table and said with a smile, "What did you ask Ping An to say?"

Zhou Jiao picked up her son and touched his little hand. "Are you cold? Mommy's on winter vacation, so I have time to spend with you. What are you busy with?"

"We're going to make a fire and grill skewers. Mom, come here, I'll grill sweet potatoes and potatoes for you." After Ping'an said this, he remembered that there was something else he hadn't done, so he hurried downstairs.

Zhou Jiao put him down and was led inside by him. She smiled and said, "My son is holding an event. Do you want mom to sponsor it?"

"No need, Aunt Chen... Oh, Grandma Chen has prepared everything, and the little brothers and sisters also brought a lot of things."

Zhou Jiao looked at her son with amusement. It seemed like Aunt Chen was still the one who usually greeted him. Childish talk might be amusing, but it still lacked respect. The child was growing up, and there were some things he needed to pay attention to.

"Hello, Auntie, my mother is still at work..."

"Sister, let's grill some skewers. Please help us light the fire..."

"Sister Jiaojiao, my grandma gave it to me..."

"Auntie, I moved so much firewood..."

Zhou Jiao was surrounded by the children. She watched them gesturing excitedly and listened to their various greetings, and the seniority was completely messed up.

"Okay, you're all good kids. Are you cold? Be careful not to get hurt while moving things." Zhou Jiao comforted the children and looked at the sweet potatoes, potatoes, and steamed buns on the ground...

There are so many kinds of food, including meat. It seems that the adults in each family really spoil their children.

Zhou Jiao couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the happy faces. Do these little brats even know what kebabs are? They probably saw adults playing with them and thought it was fun, so they copied them.

"Ping An, what should we do next? You take charge and Mom will help."

Ping An shook his head and said, "Mom is tired, let's rest first. We can do it ourselves, I will arrange it."

"Auntie, we have to do it ourselves."

"Yes, I won't let my grandma come over."

Zhou Jiao followed them, happily watching her son's command. After thinking for a moment, she returned to the bedroom, changed her clothes, and went to the kitchen.

"Aunt, let's set up a pot in the yard. If we really let them do what they want, we won't have anything to eat until night."

Aunt Chen nodded and said with a smile, "Okay. You will take charge now. You weren't home today and I don't know what's going on. It's so funny."

Zhou Jiao waited for what was to come with a smile.

"Today, several children are at home, holding a meeting like adults to discuss what to play. In the end, they feel that they are all adults, and should grill skewers and drink wine like adults. They can't drink alcohol, but they can drink soda. Oh, but I'm so happy. After they finished talking, they realized that soda is very expensive, costing 20 cents. They are chipping in, one saying he has 5 cents, and the other saying he should have known not to give his New Year's money to his mother..."

"After discussing it for a long time, everyone decided to use plain water and wait until the New Year to have soda. We were so happy that we all ran home to get our things..."

Hearing this, Zhou Jiao knew her son's temper had flared up again—he was really stingy. But people their age really shouldn't be so generous.

"Set up a pot in the yard and stew some radishes in bone broth. Add some ginger to keep them warm. Add two pieces of iced tofu, and leave the rest to Ping An. Do you think this will work?"

Aunt Chen smiled and nodded, what's wrong with that?

She knew that Zhou Jiao would never act like other rich girls, bossing people around, but she didn't mean to ask for your opinion.

As they spent more time together, Aunt Chen came to understand Zhou Jiao better. She never spoke ill of anyone, never criticized others, and seemed gentle in every way. But if Aunt Chen really wanted to disobey her, she would definitely fire her without a word.

On the contrary, after seeing her with her own eyes, she treated me like family and was very protective of me. Last time, when she heard that I was bullied by Aunt Qu, she went to the Qu family without saying a word and forced that person to leave.

Aunt Chen still remembers how Zhou Jiao, without asking any questions about the cause and effect or the truth, stood up and went to the Qu family alone. She was terrified and followed her.

At the Qu family's house, she smiled and uttered shocking words one after another. She said something like, "A household servant is trying to sow discord between two families." She also said, "Does she really think she's a seventh-rank official in the prime minister's family?"

Aunt Chen felt that she could never learn these words, but seeing that Old Lady Qu was smiling and holding Zhou Jiao's hand, and that she had resigned as an aunt for many years, she could see that this child could really protect herself.

Thinking of this, Aunt Chen quickened her pace with a smile on her face.

Ping An looked at the contents of the large pot in the yard, hesitated for a moment, and held back the words he was about to speak. Never mind, these are his friends too. But next time, he couldn't waste them.

Ping'an glanced at Zhou Jiao and thought that he should wait until there were no outsiders around before communicating with his mother.

It's not that he is stingy, but Pangya's family hasn't tasted meat for a month; Xiaoer's grandmother fell to the ground while queuing to buy a piece of tofu, and she was holding the tofu high for fear that it would break.

Uh... other kids?

There are people who eat meat and drink milk like him, but everyone does it secretly.

"Son, don't get close to the cauldron, or you might get hurt."

After hearing this, Ping'an quickly took a few steps back and looked up at Zhou Jiao with a bright smile.

The deep dimples on his face made Zhou Jiao laugh. She wondered if Ping An would have the same dilemma his grandfather had when he grew up: would he continue to smile or keep a cold face?

Zhou Jiao is looking forward to this.

"Mom, it's almost time, why hasn't my dad come back yet?"

Zhou Jiao really couldn't be sure when Zhang Guoqing would come back, so who knew what the next task would be.

"Your father is busy, otherwise he would have come back to accompany you long ago. Do you want to see him for something?"

Ping An looked at the sky and shook his head.

"I'll definitely bring my luggage back tomorrow. Have fun with the kids first, and be careful."

Zhou Jiao was still worried. These little ones played with fire on a whim, so they had to be careful not to get hurt or burned. Thinking of this, she didn't dare to leave. She moved a small stool and sat next to the fire, watching over the children.

"Ahh...it's on fire. I'm wrong...I'm wrong. The fire can't be this big."

"Then what should I do? I can't go over there, or I'll burn my hands."

"I know, don't move, let's stand further away and throw it in..."

"Yeah, I'll do it. I can throw it far."

Zhou Jiao watched helplessly as the children started throwing a lot of things in before they could even finish their words, and she laughed out loud with joy.

"How stupid! Who told you to throw the steamed bun slices?"

"You throw potato chips, so why can't I?"

Ping An slipped to Zhou Jiao's side and asked her in a low voice, "Mom, can my brother and sister cook well?"

Zhou Jiao really didn't know how to answer. She hesitated and said, "With more time, it should be cooked, but some of it won't be edible. Son, didn't you tell them that they need a grill?"

Ping An pouted in grievance: "I haven't even told them to move the grill yet, and they threw it all away."

Zhou Jiao laughed heartily, it was hilarious. The oldest person at the scene was only seven years old, so it would be strange if a four-year-old like you could command a bunch of naughty kids.

"Mother……"

Zhou Jiao stopped laughing and said, "Okay, I'll do it. You guys sit in a row and be careful, okay?"

"We threw it all in. When can we eat? I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry too..."

Zhou Jiao quickly stopped them, "It's not very good yet. Hey guys, wait a minute, I'll do it. Just wait and eat."

After saying that, she didn't dare to leave and called Aunt Chen out.

"What's wrong?"

When Zhou Jiao saw Old Lady Cheng outside the door, she was overjoyed and shouted, "Auntie, you're finally here. Please help me look after the children while I prepare the grill."

"Haha...you little guys really know how to have fun."

Zhou Jiao quickly asked Aunt Chen to move the grill, and she went to the warehouse to get some potatoes and sweet potatoes, went to the kitchen to cut them, and skewered them with an iron fork.

When it was brought out, Aunt Chen had already inserted the iron stick outside and placed a simple iron rack on the fire.

Speaking of this grill, it took Zhang Guoqing a lot of effort to find iron bars to assemble it, otherwise it would be impossible to find any grill nowadays.

This thing has strong practical performance and has become a favorite of several young people. It is almost like a fishing net, exposed to the public.

After a lot of trouble, the children finally got to eat what they called barbecued skewers.

Hearing them say they'd come back next time, Zhou Jiao was so surprised that she broke out in a sweat even in the cold weather. Still coming? Zhou Jiao, used to being a hands-off boss, really didn't dare agree.

Ping An was discussing seriously with his friends whose house to go to next time and how to take turns.

Zhou Jiao felt that her son was really full of ideas. How could she be so good at giving birth to sons?