Before leaving the house, Luo Fengtang picked up Yang Ruoqing's cloak and put it on her shoulders, then tied the cloak straps carefully before holding her hand and leaving the house together.

At night, Yang Huazhong's family said it was leftovers at noon, but in fact it was just an excuse. Sun made special purchases of new dishes at night.

Not only the Luo family came over, but the Sun family, Bao Suyun, Yang Huaming, and Yang Yongzhi all came over when they heard that Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang had returned to the village.

Yang Huazhong opened two tables and invited everyone to sit down. The cold wind was howling outside, but the hall was as warm as spring, and it was almost too lively.

"Qing'er, when will Da'an come back? Why didn't he come back with you?"

While Yang Huaming was drinking wine and eating barbecue, he did not forget to ask Yang Ruoqing to show his fourth uncle's concern for his nephew.

Yang Ruoqing responded to Yang Huaming's question while putting barbecue in the bowl in front of Lao Suntou.

"There are a lot of things at the Hanlin Academy, so we'll come back first," she said.

"I wonder how many days Da'an will delay returning home? I saw that the north wind has been blowing very hard for the past two days, and it's snowing again this afternoon. Maybe the snow will fall tonight." Yang Huaming added.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but glance towards the window. The cold wind was howling outside, and the snow particles made a crackling sound when they hit the rubble.

Yang Huazhong and Sun, who were at the same table, were also looking out the window, a little worried.

"It should be within these days, no later than the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming both nodded. Yang Huazhong said: "It's okay to miss these few days. When he comes back, it will be clear after the snow."

That night, there was a rustling sound on the roof.

"My fourth uncle was really right, it will really snow tonight."

When Yang Ruoqing came out of the bathroom with a face full of cucumber slices, Luo Fengtang was lying on the bed with his clothes on, reading a book.

Hearing this, he moved his gaze from the tree to her.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw the cucumber slices on my face.

"It's snowing tonight and the cucumber slices are too cold. How about applying it for a few days?" he discussed.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to shake her head out of habit, but she was afraid of dropping the cucumber slices on the ground, so she could only use words to defend herself: "It's okay, you won't catch a cold. It's warm in our room."

Luo Fengtang smiled helplessly. This woman was really willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of beauty.

It is said that cucumber can replenish water and make the face hydrated, white and shiny. Not to mention, Qing'er's complexion is really good. Although she is twenty-seven years old, she can stand with her baby, not like mother and daughter, but like sisters.

"What? You don't want me to put on a facial mask, do you feel sorry for the cucumber?" Yang Ruoqing deliberately teased him.

The cucumber she put on her face was bought from a greenhouse and was more expensive than pork.

"As long as my wife likes it, then we will continue to apply it,"

Hearing his teasing, Luo Fengtang put the book aside, sat up from the bed, came to her, held her shoulders and said with a smile: "Daughter-in-law, aren't there enough cucumber slices? I'll cut another one for you.

How about the dish?"

Yang Ruoqing deliberately put her face close to his: "Do you want to make a mask for me, or are you greedy for cucumber?"

Luo Fengtang smiled, picked up a cucumber slice from her face and threw it into his mouth, "The cucumber slices on my wife's face are still delicious, fragrant and crispy."

As he spoke, he planned to get the second piece, but was pushed away by Yang Ruoqing.

"Stop making trouble, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed," she said.

Luo Fengtang was waiting for these words, "Hurry up, hurry up."

It’s been almost a year since I slept with my wife in my arms on this familiar wedding bed.

…

In the morning, Yang Ruoqing slept so hard that she forgot about the time.

All the bones in my body were falling apart. Thinking of last night, I couldn't help but enjoy myself secretly.

He is the father of several children now, but he still acts like a newly married young man?

She was so tortured that she begged for mercy. It was already dawn and she still couldn't get out of bed. This was no good. She had to make a three-part agreement with him later. If he didn't accept her, she would give him a concubine.

Haha, of course I was joking, she would only let her husband go and share it with other women unless she was stupid.

"Mother, mother..."

Luo Baobao's cheerful voice suddenly came from outside. Yang Ruoqing was about to respond when she heard Luo Fengtang's voice at the door of the house.

"Your mother isn't awake yet, let her sleep a little longer."

Then Luo Baobao lowered his voice: "Dad, I want my mother to play snowball fights with me..."

"Mom is tired. Let me sleep a little longer. How about dad taking you to build a snowman?"

"Okay, okay."

"Daughter, the snow is still falling. Can you go back to the house and put on your scarf and hat?"

"good!"

"Well, my daughter is so good."

"Dad, look, I've put on my hat and scarf."

"Very good, let's go."

The crunching sound in the snow gradually faded away.

Yang Ruoqing lay on her side on the bed, listening to the sounds outside, with a satisfied arc on her lips.

Not only men need a warm bed for their wives and children, but women also need a warm bed for their husbands and children.

This is home, a haven.

Originally, I wanted to lie down for a while, but now I couldn't sleep anymore. I got up as quickly as possible, dressed and washed, then went to the yard to find the two of them and joined the team building a snowman.

The couple and their daughter built a round snowman in the yard. Baby Luo even named the snowman Ada.

"Are there any Ah Er or Ah San?" Yang Ruoqing took a handful of snow and rubbed it in her hands, asking with a smile.

Luo Baobao said seriously: "Of course, Ah Da represents Grandpa. I want to build a lot of snowmen, including Grandma, Grandma, my parents and my two brothers."

"Well, that's a good idea." Luo Fengtang said.

"However, the snow is getting heavier and heavier now. Let's go back to the house for a while and then go out and build a snowman when the snow lightens up, okay?"

"good."

Luo Fengtang reached out and took Luo Baobao's little hand, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Yang Ruoqing calling him from behind.

As soon as he turned his head, a small snowball hit him and fell directly into his neck, giving him a slight chill.

"Hahaha, General Luo has been tricked!"

Yang Ruoqing turned around and ran, but before she could take two steps, her foot slipped and she fell to the ground.

There is snow on the ground, and it doesn’t hurt even if I fall. I still laugh even when I lie down in the snow.

Luo Baobao's emotions were aroused again and he scooped up a handful of snow from the ground: "Dad, Mom, let's have a snowball fight..."

So, the three of them started making trouble in the yard again, and the laughter spread to the yard next door. Mrs. Sun was feeding pigs in the pigsty. When she heard the laughter, she raised her head and smiled happily.

The baby hasn't seen his mother for a year, but now he finally sees her, poor baby.

This snow fell in a furious manner all day long, from day to night, and from night to day.

Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang shoveled a path through the snow in the Luo family's yard, but it was covered with snow again before they could finish a bowl of tea.

At first, the children were very happy, running around having snowball fights and making snowmen.

The adults also gathered together and talked, saying that the auspicious snow heralded a good harvest and that next year would be a good one.
Chapter completed!