The cold of autumn, when Wanwan has not yet fully felt it, winter has already quietly arrived. This year's snow was also a little earlier than usual.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. Wanwan slept soundly all night, only to wake up in the morning to hear the sound of branches breaking. Ben still thought it was strange, but when he saw the white expanse outside the window, he knew what was going on.

Winter has arrived.

Wanwan is almost three months pregnant, and her belly is not too obvious. Dr. Zhu now comes to Wanwan every day to diagnose and treat Wanwan, and Wanwan's fetal image is very stable, and there is no problem at all.

The early morning meal was still about the same as usual. Bird's nest soup and milk, and some slightly lighter porridge.

After Honghui accompanied Wanwan to breakfast, she took Wanwan's hand and walked in the yard together.

"Eniang, you see that my son's footprints are so small." As he walked, Honghui looked back and said, "This snow is too small, and it will be a shallow pit after the footprints are stepped on." ”

"Eniang, when it snows heavily, let the people below clean it up so quickly, okay? The son wants to... Roll in the snow. Only... Just roll around, you won't get cold. ”

Although Honghui grew up in the capital since he was a child, he has always maintained a very novel attitude towards snow.

After all... When he was still young, Yinyu always didn't allow Honghui to play in the snow on the grounds that he was worried that Honghui would catch a cold when he was too young to play in the snow. Naturally, this wish to roll in the snow has been thought about year after year, but unfortunately it has never been realized.

Wanwan glanced at Honghui, thought about it, and touched Honghui's head while asking, "What do you think?" If you don't agree with something, will your mother agree? ”

"E-niang!" Honghui was a little anxious all of a sudden, and said, "E-Niang is the best." Can... Promise. When Amma returns, her son won't be able to roll in the snow. ”

"My son promises, really, just one time!"

After Honghui finished speaking, he couldn't help but pat his chest and make a promise to Wanwan. Seriously, I didn't forget to look at Wanwan with a very earnest look.

Wanwan was really helpless by Honghui, so she just agreed.

Speaking of which, Honghui is also really well-behaved. If the Ama's mothers don't agree, he won't do it. This kind of thing that wants to roll in the snow, if it is put on Hongqing's body... That would be another story.

According to Hongqing's temperament, knowing that Yinyu disagreed, he must have sneaked to the deep snow in the yard when he was alone at night, taking advantage of no one, and rolled around to play by himself.

But such a thing, Honghui will not do.

"I can only do it once." Wanwan said to Honghui: "You Ama is not here, I can be regarded as conniving with you once." Of course, if you accidentally get sick and catch a cold, you are not allowed to make similar requests in the future. ”

"And, after rolling around, you have to drink ginger soup quickly, do you know?"

Honghui has always disliked ginger soup. The taste of ginger was too strong and spicy for him to drink. Even if brown sugar is added, every time you drink it, you have to rub it for a long time before you can drink it slowly and slowly.

But this time, for the sake of his desire to roll in the snow, Honghui immediately nodded seriously and agreed.

"E-Niang, don't worry!" After Honghui agreed, he happily took Wanwan's hand and went for a walk elsewhere.

After Wanwan led Honghui for a walk, they went back to the house together. By this time, the charcoal basin had already been burned in the house. Nian Xia was on the side, holding two hot roasted sweet potatoes in her hands.

Nian Xia was holding the roasted sweet potato, and was carefully about to blow the roasted sweet potato colder, when she saw Wanwan and Honghui coming in, she said, "Fujin and Little Brother are back." ”

"Do you feel hungry after the walk? The slave maid made roasted sweet potatoes in the kitchen, and it was just right to hold them in your hands and eat them in winter. Do you want to eat it? If you are not hungry, put it on the edge of the charcoal basin and bake it, and eat it again when you are hungry. ”

Nian Xia has always known that Wanwan likes to eat baked sweet potatoes. In winter, roasted sweet potatoes are always prepared.

Wanwan, I have eaten a lot of baked sweet potatoes since I was a child. At that time, the roasted sweet potatoes in winter were mainly roasted by Chen Shu for himself.

Chen Shu is also very difficult. He has a very high talent for reading, and his hands-on ability is slightly lacking. Roasted sweet potatoes also took more than a month to learn.

At that time, Wanwan didn't feel anything when she took the roasted sweet potato that Chen Shu gave her. Later, I learned that Chen Shu accidentally injured his finger in order to learn to bake sweet potatoes.

This part of the heart is also the reason why Wanwan likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes more and more later.

"I'm not hungry yet." After Wanwan finished speaking, she asked Honghui, "Honghui, are you hungry?" ”

"My son isn't hungry yet." Honghui said: "I just walked around outside, how can I be so hungry." Does E-Niang want to rest or read a book now? Your son is with you, right? ”

"Hmm... No matter what E-Niang does, her son will not quarrel with E-Niang. ”

"It doesn't matter." Wanwan said: "I'll tell you a story." What stories did Master Zhang tell you before? I'll see if there's a story I'll tell. ”

"It's okay, it's okay." When Honghui heard this, he immediately grinned and said, "As long as it is a story told by Eniang, I like it." Therefore, E-Niang can tell any story. ”

"Hmm." Wanwan nodded, and pulled Honghui to tell the story.

Nian Xia stood on the edge of the charcoal basin, carefully roasting the sweet potatoes. Waiting for Wanwan and Honghui to be hungry, they will come over and eat roasted sweet potatoes.

In the afternoon of this day, the sky was much clearer again. The snow that fell at night and in the morning melted a lot at once.

Honghui stood at the door, looking at the snowflakes that were gradually melting outside the house, very sad. It seems that his wish to build a snowman and roll in the snow will be fulfilled after some time.

However, since E-Niang promised herself, there is nothing to regret. After all, it's a matter of time.

Thinking so, Honghui glanced back at Wanwan on the bed. At this time, Wanwan was already on the bed, ready to take a nap. When Honghui turned around, Wanwan just moved.

I'm going to take a nap with my mother. Thinking so, Honghui tiptoed to the edge of Wanwan's bed, and after lying on the bed by himself, he pulled the quilt and covered the quilt for both of them.