Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows and watched as Furball stayed in the pile of snow, pretending to be dead.
"Haha!"
Brother Hao and the others were amused. They held their stomachs and rolled on the ground. Soon, a few snowmen and a snow tiger appeared in the courtyard.
In order to conserve the amount of coal they had, the family would gather in the central room during the day.
Shen Yijia brought a few people in, followed by Furball, who was no longer pretending to be dead.
Seeing that they were covered in snow, Madam Li quickly put down the embroidery rack and called out, "Come in and warm yourself by the fire."
After saying that, she went to the kitchen to bring some ginger tea for Brother Hao and the others to drink. Furball also had a bowl.
"Mother, I wasn't playing with them. I don't need it," Shen Yijia protested. Her mouth still tasted like medicine, and she didn't want to drink ginger soup right now.
