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Speaking of Tong Yao, Lin Fengying was also anxiously peering out of her door, as she waited for the rice to cook. Tong Yao and Si Chen should be home by now. But there was no sign of them, which made her say: "I'm going to take a look up the road."
With all this snow, the roads are slippery. They could have an accident on the way home.
Her eldest son's been married for more than half a year now, Tong Yao might already be pregnant. She shouldn't take any risks on the road.
"Oh, mom," Si Xiaohui, pulling her mother's arm to stop her from going, said, "It's snowing heavily outside. How could they be coming home now? They must be staying in the city tonight, and then they'll come back tomorrow morning. The food is getting cold, let's eat first!"
