A sweet and sour aroma filled his nose. Ying Zhao stretched out his two white arms, rubbed his chin, and sucked back his saliva.
He is a sweet-smelling baby now~but don’t get his little face dirty.
Chu Yuening stirred the spoon, and when she saw the juice became thick, she filled three cups of plum soup and placed them on the table to cool.
"Drink it later, baby. It's still hot now."
"Yeah, okay~"
After the three of them finished drinking the plum soup, time had quietly come to the end of Weishi (3 pm).
Chu Yue stared at the leisurely man and blinked her eyelashes in confusion.
"A Zheng, aren't you going to take care of government affairs?"
"There's not much business today, and it's all done."
After Ying Zheng dressed the kid, he sat down beside the woman, put his arms around her slender waist, and leaned against her affectionately with his head down.
The man's delicate kisses fell on her ears, but Chu Yuening pointed at the snow scene outside the window without any understanding of the situation and made an excited suggestion.
"A Zheng, let's go play in the snow!"
"Zhao Zhao also wants to play~"
Catching the word "play", Ying Zhao's eyes lit up and he quickly crawled over and hugged his mother's arm.
Ying Zheng observed the wind and snow outside and found that it was not very strong, so he nodded in agreement.
The winter sun was a little dazzling when refracted by the white snow, but it did not prevent the mother and son from playing and frolicking.
The two of them picked up piles of white snow and tossed them back and forth. Sparse snowflakes fell from the blue sky, and bursts of silver bell-like laughter rang out in the vast snow scene.
Ying Zheng stood tall and gracefully at the side, watching the scene gently, his phoenix eyes reflecting the only two colors in the world.
"A Zheng, look!"
Chu Yuening ran towards him with a smile as beautiful as a flower, holding a handful of pure white snow in her palm. Ying Zheng caught the girl steadily with a doting look on his face.
The next moment, snowflakes fluttered down and fell on the two people's black hair. In an instant, the black hair seemed to be dyed into snow-white silver.
"A Zheng, I remembered a phrase that fits the situation..."
"If we can get wet in the snow together one day, we can grow old together in this life."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
