Chapter 83

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Chapter 83 Enjoying the Snow

Duan Shubai raised his hand and touched Xiao Yuhe's head lovingly, thinking about Xiao Yueqing's little tricks. He didn't know if he was too suspicious, but - they were still Xiao Yuhe's relatives after all. At this time of year, it was not good to make things too embarrassing.

Even though Ma Shuqin and the second wife hated each other privately and fought for many years, they were still on good terms on the surface. After all, they hadn't seen each other for a year or two, and the past hatred was blown away by the wind. Now that Ma Shuqin was in power, she wanted to show off in front of her "old enemy" in the past. Look at her gnashing teeth.

"As soon as the New Year is over, send them out of the house."

Xiao Yuhe nodded, nudged him with his elbow, and said with a smile: "Look, mother and the others have set up the table, you can play cards with us for a while."

A rare snow scene, brewing tea and admiring the snow in the yard, ice trees and silver branches, blue sky, Ma Shuqin and the third wife are sitting under the eaves holding a hot water bottle and chatting, the cold air they exhale is like the clouds curling on the top of the mountain.

"Yuhe is here, come here quickly, the child is here too, let grandma take a look... It's cold outside, let the nanny take him inside."

A hollow wooden square table was set up, covered with a thick warm quilt, and a red charcoal fire was burning underneath. Sitting around in this small pavilion with wind leaking on all sides, it was not too cold.

The mahjong tiles were placed in a clang-clang. Duan Shubai didn't want to join in, but Xiao Yuhe insisted that he accompany the four people. Duan Shubai had no choice but to indulge him and be the boss of his young husband, constantly feeding him cards. Xiao Yuhe won many times, smiling, and he smiled like a cunning little fox, spreading his hands forward: "Win again, give me money."

Duan Shubai was the first to respond and handed him a few silver melon seeds. Xiao Yuhe collected the silver melon seeds given by his husband aside and separated them from Ma Shuqin and others. He held the silver melon seeds in his hand, played with them carefully, and counted them back and forth.

Ma Shuqin was unhappy, "You two are in the same group, I won't fight with you."

Duan Shubai and Xiao Yuhe were kicked out.

Xiao Yuhe held a bag of silver melon seeds and smiled as he held Duan Shubai's arm. In the snow, the couple walked and looked at the scenery. Many yellow, purple, and pink unknown flowers bloomed under the corners of the wall. They seemed to have been moved out of the house during the day and now placed in the snow, embellishing the rather bland white snow.

Xiao Yuhe was not honest when he walked. He let Duan Shubai walk in front and he walked behind him. He held the black cloak behind Duan Shubai with both hands and hid his hands in it to keep warm. His feet were not honest either. Every step he took fell in the footprints that Duan Shubai had just walked. Duan Shubai's feet were bigger than his, and his white boots covered them - it could be said that he stepped on the snow without leaving any traces.

Just because there was a bigger trace left at the original place...

"Look, my husband, we two walked, leaving only one person's footprint." Xiao Yuhe looked back at the neat row of footprints on the snow and smiled gently. Duan Shubai turned around and took a look, also smiling. The two continued to walk, and Xiao Yuhe poked his back from behind, "Hey, walk slower, you're too fast and I can't keep up."

Xiao Yuhe had to keep up with Duan Shubai's pace and pay attention to the position of his feet at all times, which was very tiring.

Duan Shubai was like a donkey being led, the cloak on his shoulders was the reins, and he was dragging heavy goods behind him. Xiao Yuhe was the goods weighing hundreds of pounds. For a moment, Duan Shubai felt that he was not walking fast, walking slowly, or not walking at all.

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