Feng Fanghua muttered, "So slow, even slow doing such a small task!"
"There's a great beauty out there, all snowy and white. How could I bear to come back quickly? Do you think I really buy sweet potatoes that slowly?"
Mu Zihao said before lying down.
Feng Fanghua glanced at him with a disapproving look, then slowly started eating the roasted sweet potato with a spoon.
She knew what kind of person Mu Zihao was better than anyone.
The snowy beauty he spoke of was probably just that snowfall.
Actually, Feng Fanghua was worried before he returned.
With such heavy snow, why did she crave roasted sweet potatoes, making him go out at his age to buy it for her?
But after he came back, Feng Fanghua felt both at ease and sweet inside, just like the taste of the roasted sweet potato.
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