Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 134

Chapter 134: Happy New Year

On New Year's Eve, Nancheng finally took on a wintry appearance.

People on the streets donned coats and padded jackets...

Meanwhile, not far away, the northern regions welcomed widespread snowfall across the entire Northern Territory.

People said the heavy snow came late this winter.

In January, when Shan Chong and his group were in Altay, they watched live streams of the caretakers in Chongli complaining about temperatures dropping to minus thirty degrees...

Finally, as February arrived, snowfall increased, as if the heavens wanted to accommodate office workers who couldn't freely enjoy the snow season.

Heavy snow should fall during the New Year; it creates a festive atmosphere.

When Shan Chong connected the video call, Wei Zhi was on the other end, lying on the floor wiping it.

Ms. Yang crouched nearby, tilting her head to inspect the floor while directing her, "There's still some dust on the left. Oh my, what kind of cleaning is this? You're a grown woman and can't even wipe the floor properly."

Wei Zhi, feeling embarrassed by her comments, tossed the cloth aside and exclaimed, "I'm done! Let Dad do it—or do it yourself if you can't get him to!"

"What's the point of raising you?"

Ms. Yang snatched the cloth and wiped away the spot of dust she had been unsuccessfully directing Wei Zhi to clean.

"Don't hang up the video; let Shan Chong see you can't even clean the floor properly!"

"He's not with me because I'm good at cleaning floors!" Wei Zhi retorted.

"Then what does he see in you?" Ms. Yang challenged.

"I don't know, maybe he thinks I'm cute?" Wei Zhi suggested.

"Cute? What's cute about you? I think he must be bewitched!" Ms. Yang scoffed.

"Why do you have so little faith in your child?" Wei Zhi asked.

"Because even the prettiest child can turn out badly if raised poorly," Ms. Yang muttered.

As Ms. Yang grumbled, Wei Zhi had already picked up her phone and scurried back to her room, flopping onto the bed—

Southern winters lack central heating, so the young woman wore thick, fleece-lined onesie pajamas.

In contrast, on the other end of the call, snow was falling outside the window behind the man, who wore only a white short-sleeved t-shirt.

He appeared to be sitting on a sofa, with the noisy sound of a television in the background and children shrieking and running around.

It seemed like quite a few people had come to his house for the New Year celebration—aunts, uncles, and extended family.

"Do you have a lot of family over?" Wei Zhi asked.

The man smiled in response and turned his phone camera to show her the dining area—

A round table was lightly dusted with flour, with wooden cutting boards along the edges.

On the boards were several balls of kneaded dough, and iron bowls filled with dumpling filling.

Around the table stood a group of middle-aged women, chatting as they wrapped dumplings.

At that moment, one of them seemed to sense something and looked up, asking, "What is it?"