"Scrape, scrape..."
The young girl was shoveling snow in the courtyard.
When she saw her brother-in-law come in, she stopped and planted the shovel on the ground. Though she wasn't tired, she habitually took a deep breath and let it out. With one hand on the shovel and the other on her hip, she looked at him. "Brother-in-law, did you see the snowman by the gate?"
"I did."
"Guess who made it?"
"You did."
"How did you guess?"
"How could a snowman Qingqing made look that good?" Chen Shu told a little lie.
"Big Sister only makes snowmen when you're here." The young girl's expression was serious. She had seen through his lie, though not completely.
"Why are you doing the work again? Where's Qingqing?"
"Inside reading!"
"She sent you out to shovel snow while she reads inside? What an awful personality!"
"Brother-in-law, tell her off."
"You do it."
"You do it."
"..."
"..."
They exchanged a look. Then one went back to shoveling snow, while the other headed inside.
The house was as warm as spring.
Peach lay in front of a tablet, tapping at the Screen with a paw. From the sound effects, Peach seemed to be playing a fishing game.
Qingqing sat on the sofa reading.
When Chen Shu came in, she lifted her gaze from the book and looked at him, her expression calm.
"Very clever, Mr. Chen."
Chen Shu knew she meant his guess in the group chat today about the outcome of Zhang Suannai and Wu Eiwei's match. Given how well Qingqing knew him, she probably even knew what had gone through his mind as he made the guess. Sometimes he knew what she was thinking, too.
“I am an Esoteric Sect Cultivator, after all.”
As Chen Shu answered, he walked over, moved Peach