Making Clothes

Squirrel scratched his head adorably. "Salted Fish, are you feeling better already?"

"Yes…" Salted Fish nearly squeezed the word out of his clenched teeth, and after dragging it out, he added an inaudible, "… my ass!"

Squirrel exclaimed happily. "That's great!"

When Salted Fish heard this, he immediately had the urge to cry, thinking, "How can there be such an adorable fatty in this world?"

After their meal, Fangzheng looked at the snow in the sky. Having sat in the temple hall the entire day, the only people who had come were some villagers from One Finger Village, in order to take a look at the situation. According to the villagers, many villages' roads had been blocked and were untraversable due to the heavy snow. Even the roads to the county city only had one bus which operated in the morning, yet it too stopped operating. It was said that operations would continue only after the snow was cleared as they were afraid of accidents.