However, Zhang Ling had always disagreed, only agreeing to manage the accounts while letting Li Xiaobao handle the money himself.
The next morning, when Li Xiaobao got out of bed, he found that the snow had stopped, but the wind hadn't, still howling through the air.
"Xiaobao's up, come wash up and eat!"
Zhou Cuihua, who was sweeping the snow in the courtyard, saw Li Xiaobao coming out of the house, set down her broom, and went into the kitchen.
The food was already prepared and being kept warm in the kitchen, so by the time Li Xiaobao had washed up, Zhou Cuihua had already served the meals on the table.
"What are you planning to do today? Going to see Zhang Ling later?" Zhou Cuihua sat next to Li Xiaobao, smiling as she watched him eat.
"Yes, Zhang Ling and I will first go to Heiwan to check it out, then see if we can go to Eastern City!" Li Xiaobao spoke while eating his meal.