Chapter 112 Was it this cold in previous years?
The fleeing white cat somehow found a ball of yarn and ran back, dragging red yarn all over the ground.
It ran all the way to the sofa, straightened its two front paws, and nudged Mao Mao's little feet that were dangling in the air: "Meow~"
"Kitty." Mao Mao climbed off the sofa. "This is my mother's."
Meow~~~
Mao Mao bent down and picked up the ball of yarn from the ground. The big white cat came over and pounced on her hand. Mao Mao quickly grabbed the ball of yarn to dodge. The big white cat pounced again, its soft long fur rubbing against her. The yarn tangled together with the cat.
It's unclear who tripped first, but when Lou Yansui heard the baby's voice and the meowing sound and looked up, she saw that both she and the cat had fallen onto the carpet, covered in red yarn.
"Meow!!"
"Brother, help me!"
Lou Yansui: "..."
Lou Yansui stood up helplessly, first picking up his younger sister from the ground, then grabbing one end of the yarn.
Mao Mao raised her little hands high and spun around in place until she was dizzy. After she finally broke free from the yarn, she plopped down on the ground.
Lou Yansui rolled the yarn back into a ball, set it aside, and said, "Mao Mao."
"hold head high?"
"What do you need the wood and rice for?"
Mao Mao said in a daze, "Wood, for starting a fire. Rice, for eating."
Lou Yansui looked at her chubby little sister, first touched her little hand, and then tentatively touched her belly.
Hmm, my hands are warm, and my belly is bulging.
Why would someone who's neither cold nor hungry want wood and rice?
And they asked for it twice.
Lou Yansui understood his younger sister well; he could tell what was going on in her head just by her little pigtails.
Mao Mao's head is small and can only hold so much; she can only think about what's in front of her. When she makes a request, she says exactly what she wants without beating around the bush.
If you want wood for warmth, then you want to keep warm. If you want rice to eat your fill, then you want to eat your fill.
But the Marshal's Mansion would neither let her suffer from the cold nor go hungry, so why would she suddenly want these things?
Lou Yansui was at a loss for what to do.
He scratched his head, sat back down in confusion, picked up his pen, and continued writing his short teaching stories.
The ball of yarn became the big white cat's new toy.
The ball of yarn that Lou Yansui had just rolled up was knocked to the ground by its paw and rolled away. It chased after it with its four paws on the floor.
Mao Mao, with her short legs, chased after it, shouting, "Kitty, no!"
Meow~~
A person and a cat chased a ball of yarn out of the small living room and ran around in the empty hall, leaving red yarn scattered all over the floor.
The extra pair of woolen pants limited Mao Mao's performance; she couldn't catch up with the big white cat no matter what she did. Exhausted, she sat down on the ground and collapsed.
After Xia Xiaoxiang and the second concubine finished helping the first wife sort out the supplies to be donated, the three wives came out and encountered a little boy who was trying to scam them.
"Mao Mao, what are you doing sitting here?" Xia Xiaoxiang walked over quickly and picked up her daughter from the ground: "The ground is so cold, aren't you cold?"
Mao Mao shook her head: "It's not cold."
She was dressed warmly, and was still sweating from the chase with the big white cat.
Moreover, with several pairs of pants on, the temperature of the cold floor tiles couldn't penetrate them at all.
Xia Xiaoxiang carried her back to the fireplace, grabbed a toy and gave it to her, telling her to play by herself, while she dutifully picked up her own yarn.
The first wife and the second wife also entered the small living room one after another and found seats.
"Why haven't I seen the old lady today?" The second concubine looked around and then glanced at the Western clock. "Usually, the old lady would be up long ago at this time."
Lou Yansui looked up from her manuscript: "I haven't seen Grandma today."
Old Madam Lou was quite old and had many ailments, so the First Madam quickly called over the maid: "Has Old Madam had breakfast today?"
Ah Chun said, "The old lady asked someone to bring breakfast to her room this morning; she didn't go out."
"Didn't go out?"
"Maybe it's because it's too cold, I'm too lazy to get up." The second concubine picked up a cup of hot tea and took a sip. "It's only been one night, and the temperature has dropped so much. In this weather, I really don't want to get out of bed."
Xia Xiaoxiang picked up the yarn, took her yarn basket, and continued knitting the sweater she hadn't finished before.
She casually replied, "This is still considered good; it's not the coldest time yet."
"you do not say."
Xia Xiaoxiang's hands were knitting nimbly, and the second concubine's gaze couldn't help but be drawn to her movements. "Hey, why are your hands swollen?"
"It's nothing, just frostbite," Xia Xiaoxiang said. "It happens every year."
The second concubine immediately exclaimed, "Why don't you go buy some ointment to apply? This is so uncomfortable!"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "It's nothing, I'm used to it."
The first wife also remembered: "It's cold today, does the old lady have leg pain?"
Second concubine: "Does your leg hurt?"
The First Madam said, "The old lady has chronic leg pain. Her legs get uncomfortable when the weather gets cold. It's so cold today, so maybe her chronic leg pain has flared up."
As she spoke, she called the maid over. Upon hearing that the old lady had asked for a hot water bottle the night before, she became worried and got up to go upstairs to check on the old lady's health.
The second concubine also pulled Xia Xiaoxiang along, saying, "Your hands are like this, what are you still busy with? I see you've already knitted several sweaters for Mao Mao."
"I'm just idling around anyway."
“Then teach me how to knit this sweater, so I can knit one for Mao Mao too.”
Since she had nothing better to do, the second concubine picked up two knitting needles and started learning to knit in a rather serious manner.
A moment later, the sound of unsteady footsteps could be heard outside the small living room.
Old Madam Lou, leaning on her cane, was helped down by the First Madam.
The second concubine gave her the seat closest to the fireplace and had a maid fetch a blanket, which she placed over a hot water bottle on the old lady's lap, wrapping her up tightly.
Not satisfied, they wanted the fireplace to burn even brighter.
"Alright, alright." The old lady Lou felt warm all over from the fire and was almost sweating. She reluctantly put on a serious face and said, "It's just a minor ailment. It's just that the weather is cold and I was being lazy for a while. Is it worth making such a fuss about? Ah Sui's leg isn't better yet. Does it hurt?"
Lou Yansui: "Grandma, I'm not in pain."
Mao Mao tilted her head: "Grandma's cold?"
Grandma Lou: "Grandma isn't cold!"
Mao Mao: "Grandma is cold, Mom buys wood."
Lou Yansui couldn't help but stop writing.
Xia Xiaoxiang: "We don't need any more wood at home."
Mao Mao lay on the sofa like she had no bones, her chubby little face puffing out like a ball of milk. She blinked her dark, round eyes and said, "Mommy, buy rice."
Xia Xiaoxiang: "Our family doesn't lack rice, we don't lack anything!"
Mao Mao said in confusion, "Winter is very cold, and Mother needs to buy a lot of wood and a lot of rice."
“That was before.” Xia Xiaoxiang said, both amused and exasperated. “Before, I would stock up on winter supplies for the two of us in advance. Wood prices go up in winter, so I did it to save money. Now we don’t need to stock up anymore, we have everything we need.”
The second concubine covered her mouth and laughed: "That's right, Mao Mao, the family has already prepared these things, so don't worry."
Mao Mao thought for a moment: "...Not enough."
"That's enough, more than enough."
Xia Xiaoxiang stood up and said, "Come on, let me show you our rice bin in the kitchen. I guarantee you'll have a full meal every time."
Mao Mao obediently let her lead her away.
The person staggered towards the kitchen, their soft, childlike voice still drifting over.
"But winter is really cold."
"If you stay home obediently, don't go out, and wear thick clothes, you won't feel cold."
"oh……"
Lou Yansui seemed to sense something and turned to look at the dark sky outside the glass window.
Dark clouds rolled in, as if a storm was brewing.
Lots of wood, lots of rice?
Is it usually this cold at this time of year?
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