Zhou Qinglan breastfed the baby, while Sheng Xiping washed his feet with water.
Zhou Qinglan fed the child, patted him gently to sleep, then carefully placed the child on the kang (a heated brick bed), washed her feet and tidied herself up before quickly getting into bed to warm up.
"Before having children, I felt like I was a pot of fire, with my hands and feet always warm and cozy."
"After giving birth, it felt like falling into an ice cave; my hands and feet were freezing."
As Zhou Qinglan spoke, she placed her hands on Sheng Xiping's stomach and put her feet on his legs, asking him to help warm them up.
"You men are so energetic, you stay warm even in the dead of winter, it's so comfortable."
Sheng Xiping hugged his wife tightly, and then whispered something in her ear.
"I have a good way to warm you up, would you like to try it?"
In the darkness, the deep, husky voice was incredibly alluring, igniting a burning passion within.
They've been married for so long, like an old married couple, how could Zhou Qinglan not understand what it meant? She immediately smiled.
"Aren't you afraid of waking up your son?"
"Tch, that little brat sleeps like a pig, what's the point of him waking up?" As he spoke, someone's hands started to wander.
On a cold night, the north wind howled and the weather was freezing outside, but inside it was warm and cozy, like spring.
Occasionally, there would be some untimely noises, which I tried my best to suppress for fear of waking the little one next to me.
The next morning, Sheng Xiping didn't get up early as usual to go hunting in the mountains. Instead, he slept with his wife until after six o'clock.
Even when Sheng Xikang got up to fetch water or Zhang Shuzhen got up to cook, they couldn't wake him up.
It was only after Zhang Shuzhen prepared breakfast that she woke up everyone in the family.
Breakfast was simple: a pot of corn porridge, some pickled vegetables, and some leftover dumplings from last night, which I fried in oil.
Fry the dumplings until golden brown with small bubbles on top, then transfer them to a plate.
Take a sip of thick corn porridge, pick up a fragrant, oily fried dumpling, and then enjoy some pickled cucumber slices, chili pepper pieces, celery roots, and other salted vegetables from autumn. The taste is simply unparalleled.
"Mmm, Mom, the dumplings this morning were so delicious, they smelled amazing."
Sheng Xitai nodded as he ate, saying, "These dumplings are so delicious."
"Xiaofeng, eat a few more dumplings. If you don't eat them quickly, your uncle will eat them all later."
Zhang Shuzhen glanced at her youngest son, that glutton, who wouldn't care about anything else when he saw something delicious, and didn't even bother to put a few dumplings on Chen Feng's plate.
Chen Feng laughed when he heard this, "It's okay, if my uncle likes it, I'll give it all to him. I'm fine with just porridge."
In the Sheng family, Chen Feng never lost out on anything; whatever Sheng Xitai had, Chen Feng had too.
However, Chen Feng was still young and didn't eat that much, so he always gave Sheng Xitai the portion he had left over.
This breakfast almost made the kids stuffed again.
Even Xiao Xinhua ate three fried dumplings and half a bowl of porridge.
After breakfast, Sheng Xiping tidied up and went to work at the security department. Zhou Qinglan and Zhang Shuzhen stayed at home and started washing the bedding.
This year, the Lunar New Year is late; Lunar New Year's Eve is on February 17th.
However, clothes don't dry easily in the dead of winter, so Zhou Qinglan planned to wash and clean the bedding in advance, taking her time to avoid being busy at the end of the year.
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