February was especially cold, as if even the air had frozen solid.
The wheat in the fields outside had changed dramatically. The good news was that it was no longer lush and green; it was now blanketed by a vast expanse of frost and snow. The bad news was that it was nearly frozen to death by the bitter cold.
Xue Yuantong slept until ten thirty. By then, daylight had fully broken. She reluctantly opened her eyes, then checked her phone and, sure enough, saw the goodnight message Jiang Ning had sent.
Just like in her dream last night.
Xue Yuantong hummed. "At least you know what's good for you."
Only then did she unhurriedly crawl out of her warm bed.
It had been far too cold lately. Her mother and Aunt Hua had gone to work, Chuchu had returned to her hometown, so Jiang Ning definitely had nothing to eat.
As the head of the household, she ought to shoulder the family's important responsibilities and make Jiang Ning understand her standing in the family.
Half an hour later, Tongtong, fully tidied up, walked into Jiang Ning's place with her hands clasped behind her back, her small cotton shoes pattering along.
The moment she entered, she heard movement from the kitchen. She immediately ran over, only to find Jiang Ning holding a spoon and happily eating Wonton.
She took a closer look and found that the Wonton were beautifully made. Chopped Green Onion, dried shrimp, and seaweed had been sprinkled over the surface, making them look especially delicious.
Jiang Ning sighed. "This is great. Someone even prepared food for me in weather like this."
Xue Yuantong mentally went through every woman in the household and still couldn't identify the culprit. So the question was—
Filled with rage, she demanded bitterly,