She shuffled through the snow, it had already surpassed her shoes, all around her was a vast expanse of white. The park was desolate, yet she could vaguely hear voices in the distance. The sky would brighten soon, and she expected someone to come clear the snow. Regardless, the park paths at least had to be cleaned.
Qin Xiangnuan took out the keys, opened the door, and waited a while before entering with Jian Zhiqing. Qin Xiangnuan lit the stove and kneaded dough, while Jian Zhiqing grabbed a broom to sweep the snow outside, clearing a small path. After eating here, he needed to head to work early. The closer it got to the New Year, the busier he became, having been swamped for over a month, yet still returning late every day. Qin Xiangnuan couldn't help much with this as she was also busy, yet she managed to juggle opening her shop and making clothes without missing a beat.