Hard work after winning the lottery

Zhou Yanjin lowered his head, his lips pressed against her earlobe, his breath hot, which made Hua Yun shrink back.

"When you get back, remember to eat two extra bowls of Laba porridge for me."

His voice was low, with a barely perceptible hoarseness and tenderness.

"Okay." Hua Yun snuggled against him, the faint scent of cedar lingering around her nose, mixed with a hint of tobacco. "You stay here by yourself... eat on time, and don't drink coffee all the time."

"Okay, I'll listen to my wife."

Zhou Yanjin lightly pecked the corner of her lips, a fleeting touch, yet enough to make one's heart flutter.

"Go on, don't keep Grandpa waiting."

He released her hand and gently tidied her slightly disheveled temples.

Hua Yun took a step back, gave him a deep look, then turned and quickly caught up with the group ahead.

Even after entering the security checkpoint, when she turned around, she could still see that tall figure standing there, like a towering lighthouse, his gaze following them through the bustling crowd.

Half an hour later.

The roar of the G650 private jet's engines pierced the sky.

This private jet, which cost hundreds of millions to build, is currently flying smoothly above the clouds at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The cabin was warm and cozy, completely shielding it from the harsh cold outside.

On the spacious leather sofa, Zhou Yinchuan, wearing reading glasses, was telling his three great-grandchildren about his "glorious years."

"Back in the day, when my great-grandfather was in the trenches, the snow was much heavier! It was real blizzards, the snow could freeze your skin off if it got into your neck..."

Si Tao listened with great interest, holding a delicate French mini cake in her hand, her mouth covered in cream.

"Great-Grandpa, what are you eating? Do you have cake too?"

"Cake? Dream on!" Zhou Yinchuan twitched his mustache. "Back then, we were lucky to have a frozen cornbread to eat! Unlike you guys now, you're all so ungrateful."

Sile handed over half a cookie with a hint of sympathy: "Great-Grandpa, you can have this one, it's sweet."

Zhou Yinchuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, took the cookie and stuffed it into his mouth. Although he didn't like sweets, at this moment he felt that it was more delicious than any delicacy.

Hua Yun sat by the window, holding a cup of warm lemonade, gazing blankly at the surging sea of ​​clouds outside.

Below the clouds, there are rolling mountains, like sleeping dragons, covered with snow.

"Mother."

Si'an, who had been leaning against the window, suddenly turned around and pointed with her little finger at the faintly visible outline below.

"Is that the mountain in Baixi Village?"

Hua Yun leaned over to take a look.

The plane had begun its descent, and as it passed through the thin clouds, the winding river and scattered villages below became visible. Although the view was indistinct, the familiar landscape evoked a strong sense of warmth and familiarity.

"Almost there," Hua Yun said with a smile. "In another twenty minutes, we'll be landing."

Si'an's eyes lit up, and a rare look of anticipation appeared on her little face.

I miss my grandpa's sheep.

"You're thinking about that little lamb named 'Pleasant Goat,' aren't you?" Hua Yun bluntly exposed him.

Si'an pursed her lips, not refuting, which was taken as tacit agreement.

The private plane landed at a small private airport 30 kilometers away from Baixi Village.

This is an alternate landing point that the Zhou Group specially built in this county to facilitate logistics and transportation. There are usually very few planes taking off and landing here, but today it is unusually lively.

The hatch opened, and a rush of cool, fresh air instantly filled the cabin.

A light, fine snowflake was falling from the sky. Unlike the dusty, cold air of City A, the snow here was so clean that you wanted to open your mouth and taste it.

Wow! It's snowing!

The three children cheered and rushed down the gangway.

A young man in a military green coat was stamping his feet and rubbing his hands next to an SUV that was already waiting on the tarmac.

When he saw Hua Yun and the others come down, the man's eyes lit up and he immediately went to greet them.

"Sis! Brother-in-law... uh, brother-in-law didn't come?"

The person who arrived was Hua Yun's younger brother, Hua An.

I hadn't seen this guy for half a year. He'd gotten much darker and stronger, and the student-like air about him had faded, replaced by a more capable look. However, his military overcoat paired with his snow boots looked a bit rustic, yet it also exuded a reassuring and reliable charm.

"He's busy, he'll come in a couple of days." Hua Yun smiled and patted her younger brother's shoulder.

"Sis, Grandpa and Grandma got up early this morning to kill a chicken when they heard you were coming back today! Mom made three big bowls of dumplings, just waiting for you to cook them!"

At this moment, Grandpa Zhou Yinchuan also got down with the help of his bodyguards.

"Young Master Hua!" the old man shouted in a strong voice.

Hua An was taken aback, then quickly stood at attention, his posture resembling military training: "Hello...Grandpa Zhou!"

"Good my foot! In this freezing weather, hurry up and get your sister and the others in the car!" Zhou Yinchuan waved his cane at the car, "If my great-grandson gets cold, I'll hold you responsible!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Get in the car quickly!"

Hua An quickly opened the car door.

The car had been heated for a while, making it warm and cozy, and it even smelled nice, like roasted sweet potatoes.

The three children scrambled to climb into the back seat.

"Uncle! I missed you so much!" Si Tao rushed into Hua An's arms like a cannonball.

"Oh my, my little darling, you've gotten so strong!" Hua An lifted Si Tao up and weighed him in her arms. "You've gotten quite a bit heavier. Looks like the Zhou family's food is really good for you!"

Once everyone was seated, Hua An, as if by magic, pulled a large paper package from the inside of his military overcoat.

"Here you go! Freshly baked, still warm!"

He handed the paper package to the children in the back seat.

In that instant, a rich, sweet aroma exploded in the cramped carriage.

That was the unique smell of roasted sweet potatoes, carrying the fragrance of earth and the lingering warmth of charcoal, forcefully penetrating everyone's nose.

Si Tao couldn't wait to tear open the kraft paper.

Several roasted sweet potatoes, their skin charred and their flesh tender, glistening with sugary oil, lay quietly inside.

The steam rose and condensed into wisps of white mist in the cold air.

"Wow—it smells so good!"

Sile swallowed hard, and without caring whether it was hot or not, she reached out her little hand to grab it.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to burn your mouth!" Hua Yun reminded her from the side, but couldn't help but smile.

Si'an, on the other hand, was reserved. He carefully broke it in half, revealing the golden-yellow sweet potato flesh inside, and steam wafted out. He gently blew on it, took a small bite, and his eyes narrowed instantly.

so sweet.

It's a hundred times sweeter than the exquisite desserts you get in those five-star hotels in City A.

"Is it good?" Hua An asked, looking at his three nephews in the rearview mirror as he started the car.

"Delicious! Long live Uncle!" Si Tao shouted, her mouth full.

Even the usually picky old man, Zhou Yinchuan, couldn't resist breaking off a small piece to taste, and then nodded: "Mmm, this tastes authentic! The food from our rural area is truly genuine!"

The car slowly drove out of the airport, leaving a clear trail of tracks on the thin layer of snow.

Outside the window, there are endless fields and distant green mountains.

Inside the car, there was the laughter of children and the sweet, cloying aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

This is what it feels like to come home.

No matter if you are a billionaire or a decisive and capable businesswoman outside, at this moment, you are just an ordinary and happiest member of this vast army of people returning home.

Hua Yun leaned back in her chair, watching the scenery rushing past the window. She took out her phone and snapped a picture of three children eating sweet potatoes.