The snowfall increased after dinner.
Feng Qingxue urged the elders and children to go to bed early while she and Lu Jiang prepared pork head and large intestines in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Xibao had already fallen sound asleep in a cradle near the stove, covered with his own little quilt.
The glow of the fire illuminated Xibao's rosy cheeks, making them appear like ripe apples.
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue did not feel at ease leaving the child unattended in the bedroom, so they kept him nearby. Fortunately, the fire in the kitchen kept the room warm near the stove, ensuring Xibao would not catch a chill.
"Xibao is so well-behaved when he's asleep!" Lu Jiang couldn't resist leaning over the cradle, wishing he could pinch his chubby cheeks affectionately.
