"Oh yes!"

Connor raised his two small hands clenched into fists, his eyes cheered brightly, and slipped off the sofa, staring at the small bag of candy in front of him, and stepping on his little feet because he was too happy, and the whole person jumped excitedly, using all his strength to express his inner happiness.

"Oh yes!"

Zach was still sitting on the couch, looking at Connor inexplicably, then at Howlen in a daze, and then cheered with his fleshy little hands, his round eyes looking curiously—even if he didn't know what Connor was celebrating.

A whole small bag of snacks, but only three toots, can easily light up a child's world, for them, joy and happiness are so simple.

Hodden pulled out a few candies from the brown paper bag, opened one and put it in Zack's palm, signaling that Zack could put it in his mouth.

Zach pushed the candy into his mouth a little awkwardly, and then the whole little face bloomed, as dazzling and brilliant as the rising sun, and sucked hard, and then pointed to the candy in Holden's hand, and said cutely, "Holden, Holden also ...... together"

Hodden also opened the wrapper of a candy and threw it into his mouth, and Zach clapped his hands happily, his body swayed back and forth, as if he was expressing his joy with his whole body, and the giggles were contagious, making the corners of the mouths of others rise up.

Placing the remaining candy at Zack's feet, Holden stood up and walked towards Pete.

Pete quickly withdrew the gaze he was secretly paying attention to, pretending that he didn't care at all, but the small act of secretly swallowing saliva betrayed his true thoughts.

Holden didn't poke Pete's small movements, but walked straight in the direction of the fireplace, "Pete, can you come over and help light the fireplace?"

It's only September now, and the footsteps of autumn are not completely close, but the temperature difference between day and night is still relatively large, and the Lehrmann family lives on the first floor and in the basement, which is damp and cold, as if there is moisture flowing in their bones, and the slimy dampness has always lingered.

When Hodden walked into the room, he could find that Pete was trying to light the fireplace, but for some unknown reason, he couldn't succeed for the time being, and Connor's little hands were a little cold just now, and he seemed to be cold, and he couldn't be sure if he was sick from the cold.

Pete looked at Holden's back, a little contradictory, and struggled in place for a moment, and then walked over to help out.

Hodden took a brief look, in fact, Pete was ready, but because the firewood was a little damp, it was difficult to light it with flint and steel - although Pete was also an initiator, but because he was too young, his control of the elements was negligible, so he never succeeded.

With Holden's help, the fireplace soon burst into flames, and the red flames pushed back the cold in the room little by little.

After all this work, Hoden did not stop, but went to the kitchen to get busy quickly, first placing the kettle on the stove, and then rummaging through the cupboards.

Although Hoden wanted to boil a pot of ginger soup to remove the cold and dampness from the three children, unfortunately, he had not been able to find ginger so far, so he had to retreat to other options.

Pete stood quietly in the corner next to the fireplace, silently watching Howlen, his slightly lowered eyes hiding a mixed mood that was difficult to distinguish.

"Pete, can you help me find three cups? No, four. Hodden looked up, as if he didn't realize that Pete was angry.

Pete hesitated, and though he wanted to refuse, he turned around and found four teacups from the cupboard, placed them on the stovetop, and then retreated.

A faint smell of citric acid surged in the steaming heat, and then Hoden opened his brown paper bag, rummaged through it, and found a small bag of sugar cubes made from honey—

In fact, this is a flower-flavored honey sugar cube, which the locals use to make tea, but Hodden doesn't like to add sugar or milk to tea leaves at all, so he specially buys it to make sugar water. That's where it comes in.

Four sugar cubes of different colors fall into the water glass, and the different colors are bursting out, as if by magic, exuding a faint floral fragrance.

Carrying four glasses of honey lemonade on a tray to the table in front of him, he beckoned to the little ones, "Come here, I secretly brewed a cup of special aromatic magic drink, and while Dad and Mom haven't come back yet, let's drink it secretly." Hordon could notice Pete's desire to speak, wink at him, and make a "shhhh

It's a secret between us.

Pete hesitated for a moment, but finally closed his mouth.

"Come on, what color do you want for Connor? Where's Zack?" Hoden walked over quickly after putting the tray down, and picked up Zack as he climbed off the couch.

"Blue! I want blue!" Connor had climbed to his place, leaning on the table, his eyes staring at the different colors of the drink in front of him.

"Zach wants red, red!" Zach started yelling before he even saw the color of the drink.

Hodden walked over with Zach in his arms, and then beckoned to Pete, "You come here and pick first, and I'll leave the last drink." Let's enjoy afternoon tea together. Don't tell Lady Lechman, or you'll probably run out of dinner. This is our secret. ”

"Secret! Secret!" Connor and Zach chirped.

Pete moved slowly, but finally did not suppress his curiosity, came to the table, and silently transferred the purple honey lemonade, and finally left a dark green one for Holden.

Looking up, Pete could see Horden's expression of disgust, as if to say, "Dark green?"

This made Pete not hold back, and he laughed after a puff.

Zach also noticed Holden's expression, and raised his hand to pinch Holden's cheek, giggling.

Instead of getting rid of Zach's little hand, Hodden picked up the red drink, tested the piping heat, and slowly fed Zach some of it.

The warm drink slid down the esophagus into the stomach, and the cold and dampness in the blood vessels and bones seemed to be quietly soothed a lot, and the expression couldn't help but relax, and more importantly, the sweet and sour taste of honey and lemon colliding was exactly the taste that the child liked, and Connor's cup was empty in a blink of an eye.

"Pete, do you have anything else? Give me some. Connor crawled across the table and leaned over, "Oh, you're done with your drink, too." ”

Pete was a little reserved, and glanced at Hoden secretly, hiding his embarrassment, trying to hide his cup.