Hard work after winning the lottery

It’s over.

going to cry.

If you put something that's so cold in your mouth, you're bound to cry from the cold.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for that earth-shattering wail.

however.

Nuannuan simply furrowed her delicate little eyebrows.

His cheeks puffed out.

Seemingly wondering, why does this thing that looks like a marshmallow have no flavor? And it's quite refreshing though?

"Smack, smack."

She even smacked her lips twice, as if savoring this gift from nature.

Finally, she grinned, revealing a lingering smile, and shouted at the terrified Si'an:

"Cool! Delicious!"

Si'an: "..."

Sile: "..."

Zhou Yanjin rubbed her forehead.

This girl is hopeless.

This guy is the kind of person who would risk his life for food.

"My little sister loves snow!"

Only Si Tao, with his unique way of thinking, was not frightened at all; on the contrary, he seemed to have found a kindred spirit.

He shouted excitedly, "Since my sister likes it, let's play!"

After saying that, the boy didn't hand the snowball in his hand to Nuannuan.

Instead, with a flick of the wrist, in an extremely insidious manner—

"Snapped!"

It hit Si'an, the older brother, directly on the forehead while he was wiping Nuannuan's mouth.

Snowflakes splashed everywhere.

Si'an was stunned.

His usually meticulously combed side-parted hair was now covered in a clump of white snow, sliding down his nose.

At that moment, the elder brother's authority shattered into pieces.

"Zhou, Si, Tao!"

Si'an took a deep breath, her usual composure vanished, and she bent down, grabbed the snow, and shaped it into a ball in one smooth motion.

"You're dead!"

"Hehehe! Can't hit me!" Si Tao darted around in the snow like a monkey.

"Second brother! Help! Eldest brother is going to kill someone to cover his tracks!"

I was taking pictures of my younger sister, Sile, with my phone when someone threw a snowball at an off-target.

"Bang!"

It hit him right on the back of the head.

A refreshing coolness, a feeling of exhilaration.

Sile slowly turned around, revealing an extremely "kind" smile on her face.

"Fine, you'll hit me too, huh?"

He also joined the battle.

In an instant, the courtyard was in complete chaos.

Three boys chased, rolled around, and ambushed each other in the snow.

Snowballs flew everywhere, interspersed with occasional shouts of "Holy crap!", "Big brother, don't hit my face!", and "Second brother, you tricked me!"

The pink little dumpling is sitting warmly in the snow.

Because she was wearing so many thick clothes, she couldn't stand very steadily, so she simply sat down.

She was overjoyed to see her three older brothers jumping around like monkeys in front of her.

She clapped her hands frantically, and even though she couldn't make a sound through the thick gloves, it didn't stop her from expressing her excitement.

"Hit! Hit! Hehehe!"

Her little face was red from the cold, like two ripe red apples.

That crisp laughter carried far in the chilly air, even more melodious than the wind chimes under the eaves.

Zhou Yanjin stood under the corridor, watching this scene unfold.

Looking at the snowflakes dancing in the sky, at my three sons rolling around in a ball, and at my little daughter sitting in the snow laughing so hard she was doubled over.

His face, which was usually as cold as ice at the negotiating table, was incredibly gentle at this moment.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, outlining a very faint yet extremely warm smile.

"husband."

Hua Yun draped a coat over his shoulders, followed his gaze, and shook her head helplessly. "These kids are really crazy. They'll be covered in mud in no time."

"Let them be."

Zhou Yanjin took his wife's hand in return; her palm was warm. "This is childhood."

Carefree.

To run rampant and run wild.

very nice.

Time is like sand slipping through your fingers; it passes by incredibly quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the December winds brought the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

This year, everyone unanimously decided to spend the Lunar New Year at the Zhou family's old house.

Grandpa Zhou Yinchuan was so happy that he threw away his cane and started directing the servants to make arrangements half a month in advance.

The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

The entire Zhou family mansion was bustling with activity.

The corridor was covered with large red lanterns, one every three meters, and the red tassels swayed wildly in the wind.

Paper-cuts are pasted on the windows, and a kumquat tree stands at the door.

Amidst this festive red hue, there lies a restless "little red bomb."

Nuannuan has grown a little taller, but not much.

It still has a round and chubby shape.

Today she was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket with big floral patterns that her grandmother, Li Guifen, had sewn by hand. Although the pattern was old-fashioned, it was festive!

She wore the iconic tiger-head hat, with two bright tiger eyes that swayed back and forth as her little head moved.

"Oh dear! My little darling! Don't move that!"

The butler is almost sixty years old this year, and he is usually a man who remains calm even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him.

Right now, I'm following right behind Nuannuan, bent over, running and panting.

Nuannuan was holding a roll of red paper taller than herself—it was a Spring Festival couplet that the old man had just written, and it wasn't completely dry yet.

She found the red paper interesting and dragged it towards the yard.

While running, he kept turning back to make faces at the butler grandpa:

"Chase! But we can't catch up!"

"Those are the old man's words! You can't mop the floor with them!"

The housekeeper trembled with heartache.

Nuannuan doesn't care.

She ran across the corridor with her short legs.

As I passed by that kumquat tree, I casually plucked a handful.

Several small, golden kumquats rolled all over the ground with a "glug glug".

The maid, Xiao Hong, had just finished cleaning the windows until they were sparkling clean.

Nuannuan is passing by.

"ha--"

He leaned over and breathed on it, then extended his little finger, which was still sticky from holding a kumquat.

On the clear glass, a crooked circle was drawn solemnly.

He nodded in satisfaction after finishing the drawing.

"Great drawing! !"

Xiao Hong was on the verge of tears: "Miss... I just wiped it three times..."

Nuannuan turned around and blinked her eyes innocently.

There was a cunning glint in those eyes, which were like black grapes.

"Zhou Nianyun!"

A loud roar, like that of a shrew, came from the stairs.

Hua Yun, dressed in her pajamas and holding one of the little guy's socks that he had just taken off, stormed off angrily.

"Who told you to run around wearing only one sock! Don't you know the ground is cold?!"

The little tiger, which had been so majestic just moments before, instantly turned into a little quail.

Nuannuan shrank her neck, and her tiger-head hat almost fell off.

She looked around, searching for someone to rely on.

Just then, I saw Zhou Yanjin coming out of the study.

"dad!"

That cry was filled with a thousand twists and turns, and utter grievances.

Nuannuan took a step and rushed towards Zhou Yanjin, throwing herself onto her father's lap and hugging him tightly.

"Mom's fierce! I'm scared!"

Zhou Yanjin looked down at her daughter's bare little foot on the floor and frowned.

But before he could get angry...

Nuannuan had already tilted her head back, and tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall.

"Daddy, hold me... my feet are cold..."