Zhou Ruilan came out of the house, rubbing her eyes, obviously looking like she had just woken up from sleep.

She yawned and said, "Sister Xiaoshu, you're here. Come in quickly, what are you standing at the door for?"

As he spoke, he trotted over and helped Qin Hanshu brush the snow off his body.

"Why are you standing there like an idiot? You don't even know how to help." Zhou Ruilan glared at Zhou Weiguang.

Zhou Weiguang was stunned. Was he asked to help pat the snow? Was that appropriate? He stretched out his hand and hesitantly reached out to Qin Hanshu.

Zhou Ruilan shouted, "Brother, what are you doing? I asked you to help me get something."

Zhou Weiguang finally reacted and hurriedly took the thing from Qin Hanshu's hand, his dark red face showing embarrassment.

The tall guy stood there like a clumsy bear.

Zhou Ruilan muttered: "Why do I feel so stupid today..."

Qin Hanshu and Zhou Ruilan worked together to wipe the snow off their bodies, and Qin Hanshu also explained his purpose.

"Shabu-shabu?" Zhou Ruilan said regretfully, "My parents went to the commune..."

Zhou Weiguang interrupted: "Mom and Dad are not here, we still have to eat."

Zhou Ruilan thought about it and felt that this was the case. Besides, Sister Xiao Shu was already here, so she couldn’t let her go back the same way.

Zhou Ruilan said, "How do you make this shabu-shabu mutton? I'll make it."

Qin Hanshu said: "I'll prepare it!"

Seeing that Zhou Ruilan was about to say something, Qin Hanshu quickly added: "If you don't treat me as an outsider, then listen to me."

"......Okay!" Zhou Ruilan laughed, "I'll help you."

Preparing hot pot is not complicated, but it does take some effort.

Cut the mutton into slices and also cut some of Zhou's cabbage and radishes.

Supplies are scarce in winter, so these are the only dishes we can prepare.

Then comes the sauce. Add chive sauce, red oil fermented tofu, and freshly squeezed chili oil to the sesame paste, which is fragrant and delicious.

The Zhou family had a small aluminum pot with handles that they could use to cook meat, but the source of the fire was a real problem for a while.

Qin Hanshu's original plan was that if he couldn't find a fire source, he wouldn't cook it right away, but would just cook it in the kitchen and serve it on the table.

However, Zhou Weiguang borrowed a charcoal brazier for warming fire from someone, cleaned the outer shell, and placed it on the kang table at just the right height.

It was snowing outside and it felt freezing cold even when I looked out the window.

The house was warm as spring.

Zhou Ruilan took off her shoes and sat on the kang. Qin Hanshu sat next to her, leaning against the edge of the kang, and Zhou Weiguang sat opposite her.

Zhou Weiguang poured himself some wine and when Zhou Ruilan saw it, she also wanted some on a whim.

Zhou Weiguang didn't stop her and really found a cup and poured it for her.

Zhou Ruilan also asked Qin Hanshu: "Sister Xiaoshu, do you want some?"

Qin Hanshu hurriedly shook his head, "I'm not interested in this."

When I was a child, out of curiosity, I secretly used chopsticks to dip into the white wine from the adults' cups. The pungent and spicy taste was so deep that I would never want to taste it a second time.

Zhou Ruilan took a sip and immediately her facial features wrinkled.

Qin Hanshu asked with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

After a long while, Zhou Ruilan finally caught her breath. Unexpectedly, she took another breath, and this time her expression was much more relaxed.

He smacked his lips and said, "Not bad. I think it tastes a bit better after drinking a few more sips."

Qin Hanshu: “…”

Zhou Weiguang said: "Everyone in my family knows how to drink."

Glancing at Zhou Weiguang opposite her, Qin Hanshu recalled an interesting story Zhou Ruilan had told her.

It is said that when Zhou Weiguang was only seven or eight years old, he secretly drank the adults' wine at a banquet and got drunk. He went crazy and ran into the pigpen, riding a pig and running around.

He was still shouting that he wanted to ride to North Korea and shoot down the American devils' planes.

Chao Guo couldn't ride away, but he did knock over two tables of the banquet.

In the end, there was no other way, so Zhou Changan pulled the belt around his waist to sober him up.

When this happened, Zhou Ruilan was still young and still could not remember anything, but she was able to describe it vividly. This shows that this incident is a piece of Zhou Weiguang's dark history and is discussed again every year in the Zhou family.

Look at Zhou Weiguang today. He sits on the kang with his legs crossed, his brows serious, and he looks like a strong and tough guy.

Then, I imagined a naughty kid riding a pig and masturbating...

Qin Hanshu couldn't help but pursed his lips.

When she noticed Zhou Weiguang looking at her, she quickly lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve more and more.

Zhou Weiguang felt inexplicably nervous. He looked down at himself and found nothing wrong.

Qin Hanshu took the initiative to find a topic and said, "Brother Zhou San, do you have a good relationship with my brother? Is everything okay with him?"

Zhou Weiguang put aside his doubts for the time being and answered Qin Hanshu's question.

"He's fine."

After a while, seeing that Zhou Weiguang didn't want to say anything more, Qin Hanshu asked again: "Is your training hard? Should you be able to keep up with your diet and nutrition?"

Zhou Weiguang said: "It's not hard. I can keep up."

"Uh..." Qin Hanshu looked at Zhou Weiguang and asked in surprise: "Brother Zhou San, are you hot? You are sweating."

Zhou Weiguang was not just sweating, he was sweating like rain, with beads of sweat as big as beans rolling down to his chin.

While Qin Hanshu was speaking, he wanted Zhou Ruilan to find some paper to wipe Zhou Weiguang's sweat, but he found that Zhou Ruilan was already shaky at some point.

Qin Hanshu took out the handkerchief he carried with him and handed it over.

"Please wipe your sweat."

It was a white cotton handkerchief with no patterns, only a light blue border, folded into a neatly small square.

Zhou Weiguang stared at the handkerchief without moving.

Qin Hanshu wanted to put the drunk Zhou Ruilan in order, but when she saw Zhou Weiguang didn't move, she couldn't free her hands, so she urged him, "Hurry up and take it, or your sweat will fall into the bowl."

Zhou Weiguang slowly stretched out his hand.

After the handkerchief was delivered, Qin Hanshu helped Zhou Ruilan lie down on the kang and let her rest for a while.

If she was still not awake after a while, let Zhou Weiguang carry her to his room to sleep.

Then, Qin Hanshu turned down the damper of the biogas stove, and the fire became smaller, and the temperature of the kang dropped after a while.

She did all this very skillfully, as if she were at home.

The main reason is that she came here so many times that she became more proficient in it.

Zhou Weiguang's heart suddenly swelled up, almost bursting out of his throat, making him want to roar to vent this inexplicable excitement.

Looking at the handkerchief in his hand, Zhou Weiguang did not use it to wipe his sweat. But the handkerchief had already been held by his hand, so it was not easy to return it like this.

I'd better go back and wash it and give it back to her.

Zhou Weiguang put the handkerchief into his pocket and patted it carefully, with a secret and unspeakable feeling in his heart.

Then he wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve.

Qin Hanshu sat back on the kang and asked, "Are you feeling better? Are you still hot?"

Zhou Weiguang shook his head.

Although she was only half full, Zhou Ruilan was drunk, and Zhou Weiguang was a taciturn person. If they continued, she would not be able to find any topic to talk about.

So Qin Hanshu decided to leave.

Zhou Weiguang was stunned. He was leaving now?

Qin Hanshu pretended to get off the kang, "Brother Zhou San, please take care of Lanhua, otherwise carry her back to her own room and have a good sleep."

Zhou Ruilan had completely closed her eyes and was snoring softly.

She had a good drinking habit and fell asleep quietly after getting drunk.

At least, it's much better than Zhou Weiguang riding a pig.

Thinking of this, Qin Hanshu couldn't help but want to laugh again. In order to cover it up, she quickly put on her coat and prepared to go out.

Zhou Weiguang finally reacted, got off the kang, groaned and mumbled something, not knowing what to say.

Finally, he asked Qin Hanshu to wait for a moment while he started searching through all the drawers and cabinets.

This is the room where Zhou Changan and Zhao Chunmiao sleep. What is he looking for?

Finally, Zhou Weiguang walked up to Qin Hanshu holding something.

"My dad asked me to give it to you."

Qin Hanshu's eyes slowly moved to his hands.

Is this... a cigarette?

It’s still a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes!

Why give her cigarettes?!