"A little snow is good. A good snow promises a good harvest. If the fields are covered with snow, next year will be a good harvest."
The couple chatted for a while while enjoying the snowy scenery. When they heard a noise outside, they opened the door and came out from the inner room.
"Uncle, you're back!"
Sweetie happily jumped into Cheng Baidong's arms, hugged his leg, and asked bouncyly, "Uncle, Uncle, did you bring us any gifts this time you came back?"
Cheng Baidong was dizzy from Tian Tian's bouncy movements, so he quickly said, "I brought it. It's with your Uncle Gao. He'll bring it over after we finish breakfast."
"Yay!"
Sweetie cheered for a couple of minutes before Fang Qiao called out to her, "Sweetie, stop cheering and come wash your face and brush your teeth."
For breakfast, the family had eight-treasure porridge that they had cooked the night before and kept warm on the stove overnight.
After keeping the clay pot warm, I left it on the stove overnight, which simmered the rice and beans until they were very soft, sweet, soft, sticky, and even better than freshly cooked rice.
They ate steamed buns filled with cabbage and pork lard.
The day before yesterday, Xiaojing went to the butcher shop early in the morning and happened to buy a pound of high-quality pork fat to render lard. The remaining pork cracklings were chopped together with cabbage to make filling, enough to fill two large steamers of buns. Each person steamed one every morning, enough for the whole family to eat for a week.
We had just finished eating when some kids came to our house and called Sweetie to go out and build a snowman.
Sweetie's heart also drifted outside. Before her Aunt Jing could even put gloves and a scarf on her, she couldn't wait to run outside.
Xiao Jing chased after her, reminding her, "Tian Tian, you girls should just build a snowman in the yard. You can't leave the compound, and you absolutely can't follow those rascals into the snowdrifts, understand? Your shoes are made of cotton and aren't waterproof. Be careful when you play, or you'll get sick from the cold!"
"Okay, okay."
Sweetie left the yard and disappeared in a flash.
Cheng Baidong put An'an on the small bamboo cart and asked Fang Qiao to watch over her. He then picked up a two-meter-long bamboo broom and swept the snow in the yard. Xiao Jing also took a shovel and helped sweep.
Although the heavy snow continues to fall, the snow cannot be left unswept, otherwise it will accumulate and become thicker and thicker, and eventually, it will freeze solid and become difficult to sweep.
After sweeping the snow in the yard, Cheng Baidong went out and cleared the alley outside as well.
The snow fell softly like goose feathers, and the yard that had just been swept was soon covered with a thin layer of snow again.
Just then, Gao Ping brought Cheng Baidong's luggage over, so the two of them swept the ground in the yard again.
After sweeping the yard, Gao Ping put the broom on the wall and was about to leave. Fang Qiao asked Cheng Baidong to invite him to have lunch there, but he refused.
After Gao Ping left, Cheng Baidong tidied up all his belongings, including not only his luggage but also local specialties he had bought in the Southwest, such as dried yak meat, walnuts, and cheese.
He unfolded the oil paper containing the dried yak and handed it to Fang Qiao: "Try it, it's delicious."
The dried yak meat was fragrant and became more delicious the more you chewed it. It tasted great, but it was too hard. Fang Qiao felt her jaw was very tired, and she refused to eat any more after eating just one small piece.
She rested her elbows on the table, propped her chin on the back of her hand, and watched Cheng Baidong fold clothes with a bored expression. Suddenly, she asked, "Baodong, I feel that your spiritual energy has been severely depleted since you went out. Don't you want to go into your space to replenish it?"
Cheng Baidong asked, "You figured it out?"
Fang Qiao nodded.
Is it obvious?
"I think it's quite obvious, but others probably wouldn't notice."
"It's good that you can tell." Cheng Bodong smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "If you can tell, it means my superficial efforts weren't in vain."
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