My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

Xiao Yuanshan took Xu Chunsheng to sleep with him, so that he wouldn't disturb Zhou Jingyi.

Zhou Jingyi spent the whole night reflecting on things alone, and he finally understood some of them.

The next day, he acted as if nothing had happened, apologized to Yang Fenglan, and eagerly offered to help her with chores.

Yang Fenglan didn't ask him about what had happened in the past two days, and treated it with a normal attitude.

The son is the female lead's devoted follower, the kind who dies of depression, and that's something that can't be changed overnight.

Life continues as normal.

As the cabbages in the vegetable garden grew bigger and bigger, deep winter arrived.

In the book, a heavy snowfall sweeps in, covering the sky and the earth.

Overnight, the whole world was covered in silver.

The desolation of the past year has been completely covered by a blanket of white snow, making the world pure white and spotless.

Fearing that the heavy snow would collapse the wooden house, Xiao Yuanshan led Zhou Jingyi and Xu Dazhu to climb onto the roof to shovel snow.

Xu Yingying led the children to build a snowman in the yard.

At the beginning, he exaggeratedly gestured about how big a snowman he wanted to build.

When I actually tried to build one, I only managed to make one snowball before my hands were so frozen I almost cried.

The wind was strong, like it was carrying knives, whistling and cutting into my face.

Xu Yingying gave up building a snowman and led the children into the kitchen to warm themselves by the fire.

Once their hands were warmed up, they forgot the pain of being frozen and started clamoring to go out for a snowball fight, having a wonderful time.

Lin Cuiniang was a quiet person, and she was sewing shoe soles by the fire.

Yang Fenglan didn't want to be exposed to the cold wind, so she followed her to learn how to make shoes.

For several days in a row, the heavy snow continued. After the children's initial excitement wore off, they stayed huddled by the fire and refused to go out.

Xiao Yuanshan put on his leather boots and went out for a stroll in the woods every day. Sometimes he would bring back a wild rabbit, and sometimes something else.

There was no shortage of meat.

Staying cooped up like this every day, everyone gradually forgets what day it is.

I figured it should be almost Chinese New Year, but I just couldn't figure out which day it was.

When she first went into the mountains, Yang Fenglan was counting down the days, but now she can't even remember what day it is.

The sun came out, and the snow gradually melted, becoming less thick than before.

The snow melted and it got even colder, so the children stayed indoors to play and refused to go out.

Yang Fenglan was too lazy to cook, so she suggested making noodles.

Since I didn't have the facilities to make hand-pulled noodles, I simply kneaded the flour, rolled it into a sheet, placed it on a cutting board, cut it into thin strips, and cooked it directly in the pot.

The dried meat was long gone, so I just added oil and salt, along with some shredded cabbage, and cooked it into a soup that was both white and rich.

Yang Fenglan's previous fermented black beans and fermented tofu have all turned out well. Mixing some fermented black beans and fermented tofu with noodles is also a must-try.

Everyone held their piping hot bowls, squatted by the stove, and ate their noodles with great relish.

"Uncle Xu, Uncle Xu!" came a shout from the bottom of the cliff.

Xu Dazhu hurriedly put down the bowl and ran out.

Zhou Jingyi stood at the bottom of the cliff and shouted loudly at him.

Xu Dazhu lowered his voice, "Shouting so loudly, aren't you afraid someone will hear you?"

He spoke softly, but Zhou Jingyi didn't hear him at all. He just waved to him, "Come down quickly!"

"it is good!"

Xu Dazhu went to the kitchen. "I'm going downstairs for a bit."

"But what happened?" Lin Cuiniang asked worriedly.

"Jingyi called me downstairs, but didn't say what it was about. I'll go check it out. You guys stay home," Xu Dazhu said, heading towards the entrance.

After half an hour without seeing him return, Lin Cuiniang couldn't help but worry, "Could something have happened to him?"

Xu Yingying finished the last mouthful of soup in her bowl. "Don't worry, my father is a grown man. If something really happens to him, even if you go, it won't make a difference."

"You child, why can't you say something nice?" Lin Cuiniang raised her hand and slapped her on the back of the head.

Xu Yingying stuck out her tongue, got up and put down her bowl. "I'm full. I'll go see what's going on so no one worries unnecessarily."