Since it was snowing, when the children went home after dinner, Madam Zhao even instructed them to cook some ginger soup for the children to drink.
At night, Su Sanlang sighed softly and said, "I haven't seen the children so happy in a long time."
Among the four children, even the youngest, Su Xiaolu, was no longer as innocent as when she was young, let alone Su Xiaoling, Su Chong, and Su Hua.
Madam Zhao snuggled up to Su Sanlang and said with a smile, "That's right. Everyone is very happy today. Although it's rare to have such joy, I'll remember it all. I'll feel sweet thinking about it in the future."
"That's true."
Su Sanlang smiled in agreement.
"In the blink of an eye, it's the new year again."
Su Sanlang hugged Madam Zhao tightly and said that unknowingly, another year had passed.
"That's right. In the blink of an eye, it's going to be the new year again."
