Having returned to the An Family, the courtyard was eerily quiet without a soul in sight, and the snow from last night lay thick on the ground, untouched by any sweeping.
Stepping on it, there was a crunching sound.
"Dad, An Ping!" An Hao called out loudly, "Which room are you all in? How come none of you thought to sweep the snow?"
At that moment, An Ping stuck his head out from his room and, seeing An Hao and Qin Jian had arrived, immediately brightened up, "Sis! You're here? Is the happy event all taken care of?"
"All done!" An Hao pushed aside the curtain to enter and was immediately greeted by a gust of warm air and the rich scent of roasted sweet potatoes. Her eyes instantly fell on the coal stove in the corner, where two sweet potatoes were roasting, steaming and piping hot, "I'm dying for one! Haven't had roasted sweet potato in so long! I'll start with a piece."
As she spoke, she walked over, picked one up, and broke it open to reveal its golden flesh.
