This year's snow is exceptionally heavy.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, just like last year, Mo Jingchun got up early.
As for the little one, Mo Jingchun let her continue sleeping in peace.
Opening the front door, Mo Jingchun's eyes lit up.
"Oh my goodness."
"Did it snow all night yesterday!"
In the courtyard, thick snow had piled up, and Mo Jingchun stepped on it.
Good heavens, it seemed at least fifteen centimeters thick.
The road they painstakingly cleared yesterday is now completely covered by snow.
"We better wait until the snow has mostly melted before going out with Guoguo to pay New Year visits."
"This lousy weather is just perfect for staying at home by the fire and sleeping."
Shaking his head, Mo Jingchun returned inside without closing the front door.
It's a tradition, and Mo Jingchun understands it.
At the back of the kitchen is a hearth for warming up and an old stove that used to cook pig feed.
