As expected, the snow had fallen all night, and by the next morning, the snow outside was deep enough to overflow the tops of one's shoes.
After breakfast, Lu Yichen didn't let Luo Qiao go outside; he drove the two children to kindergarten himself. Watching as the two little girls were taken inside by their teacher, he then left in his car.
Luo Qiao didn't have much to do at home today, so she tidied up the house. At noon, she simmered a big pot of mutton soup and made quite a few flaky pastries.
When Lu Yichen returned at noon, he hadn't even entered the house when he caught the aroma, "Qiao Bao, did you make mutton soup?"
Luo Qiao stuck her head out from the kitchen, "Only your nose works well, go wash your hands and get ready to eat."
Lu Yichen watched the petite and pretty woman at the door with a smile, "Alright."
Just as he finished washing his hands and came out, he heard someone calling from outside the door, "Yichen, are you home?"
