His Beloved Treasure

Feng Fanghua muttered, ”So slow, even slow doing such a small task!”

”There’s a great beauty out there, all snowy and white. How could I bear to come back quickly? Do you think I really buy sweet potatoes that slowly?”

Mu Zihao said before lying down.

Feng Fanghua glanced at him with a disapproving look, then slowly started eating the roasted sweet potato with a spoon.

She knew what kind of person Mu Zihao was better than anyone.

The snowy beauty he spoke of was probably just that snowfall.

Actually, Feng Fanghua was worried before he returned.

With such heavy snow, why did she crave roasted sweet potatoes, making him go out at his age to buy it for her?

But after he came back, Feng Fanghua felt both at ease and sweet inside, just like the taste of the roasted sweet potato.

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In the morning, a thick layer of snow blanketed the outside, and the butler had already cleared a spot for the old man to practice Tai Chi. The old man stood at the door, squinting at the vast yard covered in snow.

”Brother, if we finish clearing the yard today, it’ll probably be more exercise than my half hour of Tai Chi, won’t it?”

The butler looked up at the distance, the whiteness of the snow so pure.

”Huanhuan and Chengcheng haven’t gotten up yet. Let’s wait until they’ve seen it before we sweep! You should start with Tai Chi first! I want to learn a few moves too.”

The butler didn’t know about Chengcheng, but he knew well that when Huanhuan saw the snow, she’d definitely be excitedly playing around.

”Oh well! That kid probably hasn’t seen snow this thick! Let them enjoy it.”

The old man said as he walked in that direction.

The butler immediately put down the broom and followed him, keeping a step behind.

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao, standing by the window watching the two practicing Tai Chi, couldn’t help but smile.

”Since the old man returned this time, he’s been in good spirits.”

”Maybe his bones aren’t as good as they used to be, after all, he’s getting older.”

”And what about you, are you okay?”

Feng Fanghua turned her gaze to Mu Zihao and asked.

Mu Zihao looked at her and said, ”For you, I have to be good!”

”I’m tired of listening to your nonsense, I’m going to see my grandson.”

After the snow fell, her back wasn’t that good, but she still went upstairs. Mu Zihao stood there without moving, looking outside.

He always felt that the thickness of the snow was a good omen.

Perhaps next year would be a good year.

However, in recent years, the family had actually been quite well.

Especially with the addition of those two little ones, things couldn’t be better.

When Feng Fanghua went upstairs, Huanhuan was already not in the room, the quilt had been lifted, clearly gone for a while.

”That girl, must have run to her parents’ room again.”

As Feng Fanghua murmured this, Huanhuan indeed was in Qin Mu and Mu Yichen’s room, on their bed.

Mu Yichen was still asleep when he felt a little thing crawl in. Before fully waking up, Huanhuan had climbed in beside him, and her little cold feet that had just been on the floor gave him a push.

”Hmm!”

Mu Yichen woke up much quicker than before, Huanshuan heard her father’s grunt and looked at him cluelessly.

Mu Yichen opened his eyes slowly, frowning, and seeing Huanhuan’s shocked little face, he instantly lost his temper.

He had guessed it was Huanhuan before waking up, but seeing her, he felt helpless.

He thought, when would his daughter really grow up and understand she couldn’t sleep in the same bed with her dad and mom?

Qin Mu, hearing Mu Yichen grunt, turned her head, barely opened half an eye, and saw her daughter before her husband, gently rubbed her eyes, ”Huanhuan!”

Her voice was still hoarse with drowsiness.

”Good morning, Mom!”

Huanhuan climbed onto her neck, hugging and giving her a big kiss.

”Good morning, Huanhuan!”

Qin Mu hugged Huanhuan, but looked past her body at the man on the side, ”What happened to you?”

Qin Mu’s voice was very soft, but she was still worried about her man.

Mu Yichen couldn’t explain, so he just held her hand and said, ”Kicked!”

It was a secret only shared between husband and wife.

Qin Mu was suddenly at a loss for words because Huanhuan was still there, so she quickly withdrew her hand and gently held Huanhuan.

”Sweetheart, it’s snowing outside! Very thick!”

Chengcheng had already been taken downstairs by the nanny, Feng Fanghua called out from outside their room.

As soon as Huanhuan heard her grandma, she immediately let go of her mom and started retreating bit by bit from their quilt, then crawled down directly from the foot of the bed. Mu Yichen was completely speechless, full of frustration with nowhere to vent.