On December 17, Qingjiang City ushered in the first real heavy snow this year.
As long as the temperature is low enough, the moisture-laden water in the air of coastal cities is at its best.
Snowflakes the size of goose feathers were entangled with each other in mid-air, turning into balls of cotton wool that looked like clouds falling from a distance.
In just an hour, the ground was completely white.
Tomorrow is Sunday, and Yan Bao Restaurant is closed as usual.
After sending off the diners, Liu Yan did not rush to leave.
She collected a basket of high-quality sweet potatoes, but the quantity was small, and it was not suitable for sale, so she kept it and baked it by himself.
Baobao and Yu Yu sat in a row at the table, dangling their legs and staring at the glowing red oven.
"Ding~"
Big and small eyes lit up.
Liu Yan laughed.
She donned thermal gloves and dragged the pan out.
