Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
How could she let him off, though?!
Yun Shishi immediately took a few snowballs and threw them at him fiercely.
Mu Yazhe could not bear to watch this go on anymore, so he threw a snowball at his wife.
This time, it was her turn to have a backyard be on fire. She glared at her husband furiously, and the couple began to fight like local tyrants.
The man could not bear to be harsh with her, so he ran away passively while being hit by her.
Seeing that someone was finally willing to stand up against their arrogant daddy, Little Yichen cheered as he watched from the side. Gong Jie, who had crawled up speedily, joined hands with his older nephew to chase after his brother-in-law, whacking him painfully with snowballs.
The pitiful man was being attacked by the trio all at once.
As Youyou stood up and witnessed this scene, he shook his head and sighed with heartache. “Daddy is so pitiful.”
Just as he finished his words, he picked up a snowball and joined his mother in attacking his father.
Mu Yazhe’s backyard was on fire at this moment as he was chased by four individuals.
In the end, as he was unable to make snowballs in time, he directly grabbed snow from the ground instead and threw this at his four chasers.
He was no God, though. No matter how strong he was, he could not win against the attacks of four people.
Moreover, the team had individuals like his brother-in-law and older son who had extreme fighting prowess. Very soon, he fell to the ground in defeat from all their combined assaults.
“Ha ha ha—”
Little Yichen felt as if he had vented his resentment and clapped his hands to end things.
As Mu Yazhe stood up gloomily, Gong Jie dashed forward to wipe snow onto his face.
“Ha ha ha—”
…
The five people returned home after finishing their snowball fight.
Little Yichen blurted that his hands were cold and wanted to submerge them in a basin of hot water.
His mother immediately stopped him. “You can’t use hot water. It’s easy to get frostbite if you put your hands in hot water after playing with snow!”
“But my hands are cold!” complained the boy pitifully.
Yun Shishi crouched in front of him and held his hands gently. She began to rub his small hands carefully as she blew hot puffs of air on them. “Is this better?”
“Yup! It feels better!”
She smiled at him as she continued rubbing his hands.
Alas, not a while later, two pairs of hands were placed audaciously in front of her.
Flabbergasted, she raised her head, only to see her brother and younger son standing in front of her. Her brother beamed at her as he acted coy. “Sis, my hands are cold, too; please help me rub them.”
He was jealous of his older nephew receiving special treatment, so he itched for his sister’s gentle care, too.
However, before the woman could react, a huge pair of hands reached over to cover her brother’s.
The corners of Gong Jie’s mouth twitched harshly before turning his gaze expressionlessly onto Mu Yazhe, who had grabbed his hands coldly and began rubbing them. “I’ll help you heat them up.”
“No thanks.” He snatched his hands away resentfully with a face full of disdain.
“Ha ha! Uncle despises daddy!” Youyou laughed.
…
After resting for a while, Yun Shishi brought the dumpling skins and dumpling filling to the table as she summoned them all. “It’s time to wrap dumplings!”
The highlight of the New Year’s Eve was wrapping dumplings together as one family.
The two male adults sat down as well to wrap dumplings.
However, as both were men who had never done household chores before, much less to cook in the kitchen, how would they know how to wrap dumplings? The two were at a loss as they picked up the dumpling skins.
“How should the dumplings be wrapped?”
