Rolling the snowball around on the ground, watching the snowball get bigger and bigger, Feng Jiao's heart couldn't help but think of the picture of her and Meow Daxian playing in Merlin yesterday.

Meow Daisen used an unknown method to collect the snow, and condensed the snow into a spherical shape.

It's a pity that she won't use such a high-end and high-grade and beautiful way to make a snowball, so she can only use a stupid way. Anyway, making a snowman is meant to be entertainment, and of course having fun is the most important thing.

Xing'er and Fengjiao happily built a snowman in the yard, and soon made a round head and a white and chubby body for the snowman.

They found two briquettes to make eyes for the snowman, and inserted a carrot nose for it, Feng Jiao thought about it, and specially put on a plum blossom picked from the plum garden yesterday for the snowman.

"Master, our snowman is ready, it's so beautiful!" Apricot said happily.

Feng Jiao smiled: "I hope the weather won't get warmer recently, so that our snowman can be kept for a longer time." Speaking of which, you must have frozen to death apricots, right? I'm going to make chicken noodle soup for you to eat! ”

With that, she turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Feng Jiao didn't expect that as soon as she walked into the kitchen, she was grabbed by Ling Yuanyi's hands.

The man's big hands completely wrapped her small hands inside, and his body temperature, through his hands, warmed her little hands that were red from the cold because of building a snowman playing in the snow.

"Little chef, why do you only care about having fun, and you don't know if your hands are frozen."

Feng Jiao pursed her lower lip.

Children living in the Great Northeast don't play in the snow in winter.

As for whether her hands will be cold, she has probably been used to it for a long time.

Meow Daxian's concerned reproach made her suddenly remember that when she was a child and built a snowman outside with her friends, her father used to be so concerned and angry to blame her, saying that she didn't know how to cherish her hands as a girl......

Feng Jiao couldn't help but sniffle, which immediately aroused Ling Yuan's vigilance.

"Little chef, did you play in the snow outside early in the morning and contracted the wind cold?"

As he spoke, he held her cold little hands with his left hand at the same time, and raised his right hand to test the temperature of her forehead.

"Don't worry, I'm also a fairy, how can I get sick so easily." Feng Jiao said: "I am ...... It was when I heard what you just said that I suddenly remembered my father. When I was playing in the snow when I was naughty as a child, he used to criticize me like that......"

Ling Yuan frowned.

The little chef shouldn't have regarded him as her old father?!

Although his real age is probably nearly ten thousand years older than Feng Jiao's father, he always feels unhappy when he hears her say that he thinks of her father because of him.

Feng Jiao lowered her head, thinking a little happily in her heart, is she a hand warmer who has unlocked the Meow Daxian brand?

She thought that being able to let the man she liked warm her hands should be a very happy thing for a girl.

The two of them snuggled up to each other, and the big hands didn't hold the small hands for a long time.

Qian Mo's voice soon came from outside: "Miss Fengjiao, your snowmen have been piled up, can you cook now?" My stomach is already rumbling with hunger......"