An Chenyu said, "I'll take Ting inside for a bite, and as for you, don't spend every day with the kids; you still have to lead soldiers."
Song Cheng nodded.
The door to the house opened and then closed again.
Song Cheng bowed his head and continued sewing the little snow rabbit. After a while, Ying came to ask for advice on cultivation, and soon after, two young apprentices arrived, followed by Zhao Hua bringing his wife and child over.
With the snow rabbit in hand, Song Cheng boasted to Zhao Hua, "Hua, my daughter drew this. Not bad, right?"
Zhao Hua praised him enthusiastically.
He admired his big brother for being this way: colder-hearted than him, but flawless when it came to family, always calm and unhurried, even with his broad talents, yet content to live as a layabout...
Song Cheng gave the few people some guidance, and in the blink of an eye, it was a bright and sunny, approaching midday.
