Today's dinner was particularly sumptuous.
In order to resist the chill brought by this heavy snowstorm, Lynn stewed a large pot of rich tomato and egg soup, as well as several large plates of freshly baked barbecue steaks and butter bread.
The long dining table is steaming with steam.
John sat quietly in his seat. He looked out the window at the wind and snow that almost broke the glass, and then at the soup that exuded an alluring aroma. The sense of solidity in his heart became clearer than ever before.
He picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup. The sweetness and sourness spread in his mouth, and the warmth flowed down his esophagus and into his stomach.
"It's probably going to snow all night long."
Lynn cut a piece of steak and glanced out the window, "The morning exercise tomorrow morning is cancelled. We will wait until the snow stops."
When they heard that morning exercise was cancelled, Reggie and Tommy couldn't help but give each other a high-five under the table.
However, just as everyone was happily enjoying this dinner in the snow.
The crystal chandelier overhead suddenly flashed twice.
Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled "pop" sound, and the entire villa instantly fell into complete darkness.
Not only the lights, but also the faint hum from the central air conditioner and refrigerator compressor that had been running disappeared.
There's a power outage.
The sudden darkness made the restaurant quiet for two seconds.
Then, Tommy's mutated screams erupted in the darkness.
"My game! I just reached the final level and I haven't saved it yet!"
This scream was full of despair. For Tommy, who values game archives more than his life, a power outage is simply a disaster.
"Shut up, Tommy, it's so noisy."
Reggie groped in the dark, "Lynn, is it tripped?"
"It should be that the main power supply line outside was broken by the snow. The snow was so heavy that the entire neighborhood probably lost power."
Lynn's voice still maintained that reassuring calmness in the darkness, "Annie, please bring out some light. Everyone, please stay seated and don't move around. Be careful of spilling the hot soup."
"Okay Lynn."
Following the crisp response of Annie, a warm golden light lit up above the dining table.
Annie is like holding a small sun, illuminating the entire restaurant clearly.
With the light, the panic caused by the sudden power outage disappeared in an instant.
Kevin even found it interesting to eat like this. He looked at the light ball in Annie's hand curiously, his eyes bright.
"It doesn't matter, we still have a fireplace."
Lynn put down his knife and fork and stood up, "Basement has several boxes of spare candles in the storage room. I'll go get them."
"Lynn, I'm going to get firewood."
John Answer the call immediately.
The firewood in the fireplace has almost burned out. If you want to maintain the temperature in the living room, you must go to Backyard's utility room to move new firewood.
But now the wind and snow outside are so strong that ordinary people may be blown down by the strong wind or suffer from frostbite even if they just open the door and take a few steps.
Lynn glanced at John.
This kind of weather is not even a breeze for this blond boy.
"Go ahead. Get more. You may have to burn it all night tonight. Don't get yourself covered in snow."
Lynn warned.
John nodded, stood up and walked towards the back door.
The moment he pushed open the glass door, a strong wind mixed with ice blade-like snowflakes roared in, making the tablecloth on the dining table rattle.
But John didn't even blink. He walked out into the wind and snow and closed the door tightly with his backhand.
In less than two minutes, the door was pushed open again.
John walked in without changing his expression, holding a pile of huge oak firewood several times higher than others in his arms.
The pile of firewood weighed at least two hundred kilograms, but it was as easy as holding a ball of cotton in his hands.
He stacked the firewood neatly next to the fireplace, and even carefully patted away the small amount of snow on the surface of the firewood.
Not long after, Lynn also brought candles from Basement.
He lit the thick scented candles and placed them on the dining table, coffee table and in the corner of the corridor.
The flickering candlelight mixed with the light energy of Annie and the renewed firelight in the fireplace gave the entire living room a fluffy warm orange color.
After dinner, because there was no TV or game console, and there was no heating in the room on the second floor, Lynn simply asked everyone to carry their quilts and pillows to the living room on the first floor.
This time it has completely become indoor camping.
Reggie excitedly put several thick carpets together, and Tommy used Telekinesis to transport the mattress from the second floor directly down.
Several half-grown boys were vying for the best seats in front of the fireplace, throwing pillows at each other.
Buddy directly occupied the high-end wool blanket closest to the pile of Li Fire, spread out its limbs comfortably, and snored comfortably.
Lynn was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of freshly poured red wine in his hand, reading an old book by candlelight.
John did not go to make trouble with Reggie and the others.
He hugged his pillow and quilt, silently laid them on the carpet near Lynn's feet, and then sat down cross-legged.
The wind was still raging outside the window, and the snowflakes hit the glass making a dense rustling sound.
It was the most violent roar of nature, but under the orange firelight of the fireplace, this sound turned into an excellent lullaby.
John hugged his knees with his hands and rested his chin on his arms.
He looked at Annie and Kevin who were laughing not far away, looked at Reggie and Tommy who were strangling each other's necks, then raised his head slightly, and looked at Lynn who was concentrating on reading a book.
Lynn seemed to be aware of his gaze, and moved his eyes away from the page, looking down at him.
"Aren't you sleepy?"
Lynn's voice seemed particularly gentle amidst the crackling sound of firewood.
John shook his head.
He is not sleepy at all.
He just suddenly felt that this troublesome situation where everyone was huddled together lighting candles and warming themselves up due to a power outage due to a heavy snowfall was actually more beautiful than all the scenery he had seen in the past nine years.
A room full of noise and a flickering candlelight on a snowy night.
That's enough.