As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the main house, with a calculating look in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Cuihong immediately understood and a happy smile appeared on her face.
"You're so quick-witted. Why didn't I think of this?" She praised, and felt a sense of admiration for Zhao Yongqiang in her heart.
Zhao Yongqiang is not only smart, but also always considers his small family.
Looking at the admiration in Cuihong's eyes.
An irresistible impulse surged in Zhao Yongqiang's heart. He picked up Cuihong and hugged her. Their bodies pressed tightly together as if they were about to merge into one.
It was a morning in early winter and the sky was just beginning to turn pale.
The crowing of roosters outside the house broke the silence and woke Qian Chunhua up.
She looked down at the little boy in her arms, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, as if she was still in a dream.
I heard that soft and sticky voice: "Mom."
Qian Chunhua suddenly woke up from her dream and realized that she had really traveled through time.
Zhao Xiaoling turned over in bed and prepared to get up in a daze.
Qian Chunhua was quick to move the large quilt that was placed outside last night back into the space.
Then, she lifted the quilts of herself and Zhao Qingfeng and shouted loudly: "Wake up, lazy little bugs!"
Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling smiled at each other and quickly got up from the bed.
Zhao Qingfeng thought to himself that he had slept very soundly and warmly last night. In his mother's arms, he felt like he was in a warm spring.
Zhao Xiaoling's was even more exaggerated. Even though she was not lying directly in her mother's arms, she felt warm as spring just because she was close to her.
"Mom, I slept really well last night. I didn't feel cold at all." Zhao Xiaoling shared her feelings with joy on her face.
"Me too, me too!" Zhao Qingfeng jumped on the bed and said right after him.
Qian Chunhua knew very well that all this was thanks to that big quilt.
The two children can sleep so soundly thanks to its warming effect.
After Zhao Xiaoling put on her clothes skillfully, she began to help her younger brother Zhao Qingfeng get dressed.
When Qian Chunhua was dressed, the two children had already been dressed and were about to put on their shoes.
Looking at these two sensible and touching children, Qian Chunhua felt both relieved and sad.
She bent down, picked up the children's shoes, and helped Zhao Qingfeng put them on.
Zhao Xiaoling tried hard to put on her shoes by herself.
In early winter, the two children were still wearing thin shoes. The soles of Zhao Xiaoling's shoes were almost worn out, which made Qian Chunhua feel distressed.
"Son, let's change our shoes." Qian Chunhua said.
She walked to the cage, and with the memory of her original body, she knew that the box contained the small shoes worn by her eldest son Zhao Qingyun.
The original body had been washed and put away, intending to leave it for them to wear.
"Mom, no need. You said before that the shoes should be saved for the New Year." Zhao Qingfeng refused sensibly.
He was confused, why did his mother suddenly change her mind?
Qian Chunhua had no idea what the original body was thinking. Now she just simply felt sorry for the two children.
"It doesn't matter, we'll buy new shoes during the New Year," Qian Chunhua said with a smile.
She took out two pairs of shoes from the cage, one pair for Zhao Qingfeng and one pair for Zhao Xiaoling.
Although they are old shoes, they are warm enough.
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