Jhiang Yuan dressed Xiao Nuan in several layers before letting her get out of the bedcovers.
Qin Yue and Jhiang Xingzhi were busy in the kitchen, and they were very happy to see the mother and daughter get up.
"Sweetie, hurry up and wash your hands; breakfast will be ready soon," Qin Yue said.
"Okay!" Xiao Nuan replied.
Today's breakfast was handmade noodles in soup, steaming hot.
Xiao Nuan enjoyed her meal very much, feeling warm and cozy.
"Mom and Dad, it's really cold today. Let's all wear more clothes so we don't catch a cold.
It would be troublesome if we got sick," she said.
Even if she hadn't mentioned it, Jhiang Xingzhi had been planning to remind everyone too.
"Yes, it's minus twenty degrees during the day now.
Last night, it probably dropped to below minus thirty degrees.
In the past, this kind of cold would have been deadly."
His words made everyone fall silent.