In the morning, Zhulan woke to the sound of the wind. Wrapping herself in her clothes, she rose and went out, only to see Liu Ya already bringing in hot water. There were snowflakes on Liu Ya's body. Zhulan drew the curtains aside and saw that it was snowing outside, although it was only a light snow that must have just started—there was just a thin layer of snowflakes on the ground.
Liu Ya stood to the side, "Breakfast is ready."
Zhulan looked at the gloomy sky, then let the curtain fall, "Bring it over."
Liu Ya, "Yes."
After Zhulan had washed up, Zhou Shuren had already dressed and come out, Zhulan couldn't help but chuckle, "The little guy never gets up early when it snows!"
Zhou Shuren turned back to look at his deeply sleeping son, feeling a tender softness in his heart, "Indeed."
Breakfast today was made up of millet porridge, steamed stuffed buns, and some pickled vegetables; in fact, the Zhou family's breakfasts were really quite simple.
