The snow didn't stop until after eight in the evening, but to my surprise, it started again in the middle of the night.
The next day, Luo Qiao woke up to find the sun high in the sky, and her two daughters were not in the room. There was a piece of paper on the bedside table with a self-criticism letter from Lu Yichen, which Luo Qiao read and then tossed into the space.
Suddenly remembering she had plans at noon, she quickly got up to wash and dress, grabbed her bag, and headed to the front yard where she heard laughter coming from the living room.
Elder Rong came out of the house, "Qiaoqiao, breakfast is being kept warm on the kitchen stove."
Luo Qiao felt somewhat embarrassed; she really did wake up too late today, "Alright, I'll eat first and then go see the kids."
In the insulated pot there was porridge, and on the stove, in a pot, there was a boiled egg, two buns, and a plate of vegetables.