Steamed Bun's Biological Father?

"What is your mother doing?" Xiao Fei was correcting Steamed Bun's posture as he whispered into Steamed Bun's ear. However, his eyes were wandering around Yi Qing's body.

"My mother is collecting the snow from the plum blossoms." Steamed Bun said in all seriousness.

It was freezing cold, and he was only wearing a single shirt, but he was still sweating profusely.

Compared to him, Yi Qing, who had wrapped himself up like a bear, had formed a stark contrast.

"I know. I mean, what is your mother going to do with the snow? "

Yi Qing was very afraid of the cold. If he didn't go out in winter, he wouldn't go out. Today was not his usual day.

"My mother saw an ancient recipe and said she would give it a try." Steamed Bun said, "If we can't use it all up, we can still use it to make tea."

Because Yi Qing's literacy was limited, it was only Steamed Bun who helped her read the medical books. Only then could Steamed Bun understand her intentions.