The temperamental white moonlight is back, and the entire Marquis's family obediently calls him

As evening approached, Zhou Ningchuan came looking for his wife early in the morning.

Upon entering, you'll see three snowmen standing in the center of the yard, looking adorable.

Lu Mingzhao, Zhou Shili, and Liu Muqiu sat under the eaves of the bamboo house, warming themselves by a fire. Various snacks, dried fruits, potatoes, and sweet potatoes were placed on the fire pit.

Seeing him enter, Lu Mingzhao waved to him with a smile.

Zhou Ningchuan had only ever seen such a scene in his dreams, and for a moment it felt like a lifetime had passed.

He stood there blankly for a while before taking a step and walking quickly toward his wife.

"Are you cold?" Lu Mingzhao stood up to greet him, asking as she reached out to touch his face.

It's alright, not too cold.

Just as she was about to pull her hand away, Zhou Ningchuan grabbed her wrist, and she looked up to meet her husband's burning gaze.

Lu Mingzhao glared at him immediately, then glanced at her eldest son and daughter-in-law beside her, her eyes threatening her husband.

His worthless appearance is enough to keep him in the room!

If he dares to act like this in front of the children, she's bound to lose her temper.

A sly glint flashed in Zhou Ningchuan's eyes, but in the end he didn't rub his hands against his wife's palms like he did in the morning. Instead, he cupped her hands in his hands and gently breathed warm air on them.

"Your hands are colder than my face, why are you sitting here in the wind?"

"On a snowy day, you naturally need to roast something warm to eat. It's so stuffy inside, this is much more fun. Come and try some, these are grown on our own farm."

Ever since Lu Mingzhao learned that his family owned several estates, Zhou Shili had sent messages to the heads of several nearby estates, asking them to send supplies in advance.

The gifts were supposed to be given during the holidays, but they were given earlier this year, so naturally there weren't as many as in previous years.

However, Zhou Shili felt it was all worthwhile as long as it made his mother happy.

Zhou Ningchuan ate plenty of food from his own estate, but his wife could make even the most ordinary food taste like delicacies.

His wife's invitation sparked a look of eager curiosity on his face.

Lu Mingzhao took the plate from Zhao's mother, picked out an oily sweet potato and threw it on the plate, then touched his earlobe to cool it down.

She screeched as she peeled the sweet potato, eagerly handing the flesh to Zhou Ningchuan with anticipation in her eyes.

"Try it!"

Zhou Ningchuan blew on the sweet potato twice, then took a bite from the sweet potato with his wife's hand, and the sweet and soft taste burst in his mouth.

He licked his lips and nodded with a smile: "So sweet."

Zhou Shili, who was sitting next to her, also peeled a sweet potato and handed it to his wife.

Liu Muqiu glanced at her father-in-law and mother-in-law, then turned to look at her husband, and suddenly understood why she and her husband had such a comfortable and pleasant relationship after she married into the family.

My husband probably grew up with parents like that, so he's more caring than anyone else.

Zhou Ningchuan ate a few more bites, then looked at the snowmen in the yard, pointed to the one in the middle and laughed, "This must have been made by Zhaozhao."

Zhao Zhao especially likes to make the snowman's head and body round and plump.

Zhou Shili's snowman was somewhat hasty, but you could tell he put effort into it.

Liu Muqiu's snowman was very well-made, even sculpting the facial features.

"When are we having dinner?"

A sweet potato whetted Zhou Ningchuan's appetite, and when his wife told him that she would be cooking for him that night, Zhou Ningchuan was even more excited.

Lu Mingzhao glanced at the courtyard gate, paused, and then smiled, "Then let's start eating. Zhao Mama, serve the meal."

Zhou Ningchuan immediately realized something was wrong and frowned at Zhao Xianglan: "Didn't you send anyone to invite Shi Xu and An An?"

Zhao Xianglan quickly lowered her head: "Reporting to Your Excellency, I sent someone to invite you early this morning. But I heard today that Miss Chu also hosted a banquet in the west courtyard, so I suppose Second Master and Miss have probably gone there."

Zhou Ningchuan frowned and said coldly, "This is outrageous."

He looked at Guangrong, the servant who had come with him, and said, "Go and invite them yourself. If they don't come, tell them I'll go find them later."

Guangrong had been serving Zhou Ningchuan since the establishment of the mansion, and even when they went to war, Guangrong followed Zhou Ningchuan and handled external affairs for him.

Sometimes Zhou Ningchuan wouldn't show up, but would just ask Guangrong to make the arrangements, and everyone would treat him as if they were seeing the Marquis.

Now Zhou Ningchuan is about to send Guangrong, which means he's about to get angry.

Lu Mingzhao was unaware of Guangrong's identity and background, but she could tell that her husband was unhappy.

She tugged at Zhou Ningchuan's sleeve: "Don't be like this. It's understandable that the two children can't change their attitude immediately. If they want to be close to Chu Yuan'er, let them be. What's a day or two more?"

"And besides, didn't I tell you not to frown all the time? We're all family, who are you trying to impress with that look?"

Zhou Ningchuan instantly lost his temper. He rubbed his temples and coaxed gently, "Shixu and An'an have been spoiled by me and don't remember how good you were to them before. It's all because I didn't explain things clearly to them."

Lu Mingzhao naturally understood, after all, explaining this matter to the children would be extremely difficult.

How can they believe the image of their father as the mother who loves them as much as her own life, when they are surrounded by a mother who is capricious and does all sorts of bad things?

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than footsteps came from outside the door.

Everyone looked up and saw Chu Yuan'er leading Zhou Shixu and Zhou Ming'an into the courtyard.

"My lord, my sister, you haven't served your meal yet? What a coincidence, we're not late after all."

Chu Yuan'er's eyes were full of smiles, as gentle as a spring breeze.

Today she was dressed simply and elegantly, with a gentle and graceful demeanor, unlike the cold and tough person she was when she met Lu Mingzhao that day.

Zhou Shixu and Zhou Ming'an followed her reluctantly, seemingly dragged along by her.

"I didn't know you were hosting a family banquet tonight, sister. I was planning to hold a banquet in the west courtyard to celebrate your return, but I just found out that you were having a family banquet here, so I had someone clear away those things and rushed over. I hope you won't be angry with me, sister?"

As Chu Yuan'er spoke, her eyes revealed guilt and unease, and her tone was very sincere.

She stepped aside and lightly nudged Zhou Shixu and Zhou Ming'an twice: "Quickly, greet your mother."

Lu Mingzhao's expression was somewhat complicated.

Chu Yuan'er's words were impeccable, and she brought her two children over, demonstrating her goodwill.

But looking at this scene, she had a feeling that these two children didn't seem to be hers, but rather that they were Chu Yuan'er's children brought here for her to see.

Before she could think further, Chu Yuan'er took a few steps closer and scrutinized her carefully.

"It really is different now."

"Sister, I really didn't know it was you who had returned. I may have been very offensive with my words. I hope you will forgive my foolishness and not hold it against me."

As she spoke, Chu Yuan'er actually tried to kneel down in front of everyone.