Modern Fengshuiyuan Villa District.

After Lin Ye and Xiao Douzi finished building the snowman, they went inside.

The heating system in the entryway turned on automatically, and a gentle airflow flowed out from the vents above and below their heads, carrying a dry yet warm touch that swept away the lingering chill from their bodies.

The air also carries a very faint woody scent, like pine wood dried in the sun. It's a fragrance that comes with the villa's fresh air system, a specially made winter version that makes you feel inexplicably at ease.

The little boy, startled by the warm breeze, reflexively shrank his neck, his small shoulders hunched, and his chin almost buried in his scarf.

The warmth then spread from her cheeks to her ears, and then slipped into her collar, making her eyes squint into two crescent moons, and she completely relaxed.

The two first removed all their equipment.

Lin Ye squatted down and first helped Xiao Douzi take off her down jacket, scarf, and gloves, which were covered in snowflakes.

The snowflakes inside the fur collar of the down jacket melted quickly in the warm breeze, turning into tiny water droplets that rolled around in the long fur before disappearing without a trace.

Then she took off her black down jacket, beanie, scarf, and gloves one by one and hung them on the coat rack in the entryway along with Xiaodouzi's.

Little Douzi sat on the low stool next to the shoe cabinet.

It was a small stool specially made for her, made of solid wood, covered with a layer of soft cowhide, and the height was just right so that her feet could dangle and swing. There was also a thick cotton pad inside the leather, making it soft and comfortable to sit on.

She kicked her feet together and rubbed her snow boots off.

The soles of the shoes still had some snow clinging to them. When the snow fell onto the absorbent doormat in the entryway, it quickly turned into dark, round spots, like tiny flowers blooming.

The floor mat was algae blue, and the small floral pattern on it was already printed around the edge. Now, with the water stains on it, it looked as if a few new flowers had grown out of the mat.

Then she bent down, picked up the snow boots that had fallen to the ground, held the tops of the boots with her little hands, and carefully placed both of them on the shoe rack.

After doing all this, she nodded in satisfaction, changed into her new puppy-themed slippers, and stood up.

The slippers were cream-colored plush slippers with two small dogs with upright ears woven into the upper. The dogs' eyes were two small black beads that shone brightly under the light.

The little guy's face was red from the cold, like two delicate patches of blush, and the tip of his nose was also pink.

Perhaps because the warm breeze made her a little itchy, she wrinkled her nose slightly and raised her hand to rub the tip of her nose with the back of her hand.

But her eyes were bright and clear, and the white snow outside the window was reflected in her black and white pupils, like two pools of water illuminated by moonlight. She was clearly still immersed in the excitement of building the snowman.

A smile lingered on her lips, and dimples appeared and disappeared on her cheeks.

The villa was comfortably warm, with underfloor heating radiating from the floor, making the whole house cozy and cozy.

You can smell the faint aroma of wood from the heated wooden floor, which blends with the floral and herbal scents that are present throughout the villa, adding a touch of sophistication.

A thin layer of mist condensed on the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the snow scene outside into a hazy ink painting, but it was quickly dried by the intelligent system.

The various decorations that were originally placed on the living room carpet but were never used, such as the brightly colored bows, the gauze silk flowers, and the colorful plastic beads, etc.

They have all been cleaned up and put away in the storage room, to be retrieved when needed in the future.

The circular marks pressed into the carpet are still there, and the pile is flattened in one direction, which is where the storage basket used to be.

Upon entering the living room, one can already smell the faint aroma of food.

The aroma was coming from the restaurant; it was like an invisible hand, swirling in the warm air, beckoning people to walk towards the restaurant, and growing stronger the closer they got.

Lunch is ready. It's cold, so we're having hot pot for lunch.

The copper pot was bubbling and steaming, the steam rising straight up and meeting the warm light from the chandelier above, creating a hazy halo that bathed the area around the lampshade in a soft amber hue.

The steam hit my face, carrying a moist warmth and the unique rich aroma of bone broth. Just smelling it warmed me from my stomach to my limbs.

The soup base is pork bone broth that has been simmering all morning, resulting in a milky white color, resembling a pot of melted mutton fat.

A layer of glistening oil floats on the surface, swaying slightly with the rhythm of boiling, like ripples on a lake caused by the wind, spreading out and gathering in circles.

Occasionally, bubbles rise from the bottom of the pot with a soft "pop," creating a small hole in the oil, which is then immediately filled and smoothed out by the surrounding broth.

Inside, various kinds of meat and vegetables were tumbling around.

The thinly sliced ​​beef, pork, and lamb rolls had been blanched to a light brown color, their edges slightly curled up; the handmade fish balls, plump and white, floated precariously on the soup, their round bodies huddled together...

The enoki mushrooms spread out in clusters, like blooming little flowers; the tender tofu, cut into small cubes, trembled gently in the boiling broth...

There were also vibrant green vegetables, with clearly visible veins, whose color became even brighter after being scalded by the broth, resembling pieces of fine jade...

Several plates of home-style dishes were also placed next to it.

A plate of shredded pork with green peppers. The pork shreds are cut to almost uniform thickness, each one coated with a thin layer of oil. The green peppers are cooked to perfection, with a slightly crisp texture and a bright green color.

A plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar has a tantalizing aroma. The sour smell fills your nose and makes your mouth water. The shredded potatoes are cut into distinct strands and mixed with bright red chili peppers and orange carrot shreds, piled up like a small mountain on the plate.

A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, with its red and yellow colors, is incredibly appetizing. The egg pieces are fluffy and soft, the tomatoes are cooked until they release their juices, and the thick sauce coats each egg evenly.

And a plate of freshly made scallion pancakes, golden and crispy on the outside, sprinkled with white sesame seeds, still steaming, the aroma of scallions, flour, and sesame filling the air.

The aroma was both powerful and warm, like little hooks tugging at the cravings in your stomach.

Lin Ye first lifted Xiao Douzi onto the high chair, which had a thick cushion that made it soft and comfortable to sit on.

Then he picked up a bowl and spoon to serve soup to Xiaodouzi. He first skimmed off the oil on the surface with the spoon, scooped a spoonful of clear soup from the middle and put it in the bowl, then placed it in front of Xiaodouzi.

I added some meatballs and vegetables, and placed them in a small dish next to the bowl.

The plate was light blue with a little white rabbit drawn on it. The food was placed right next to the rabbit, as if the rabbit was guarding the food for Xiaodouzi.

Little Douzi looked at the rabbit with curiosity, then picked up the soup bowl with both hands, brought it close to smell it, blew on it carefully for a while, and then tentatively took a small sip.

It was still a little hot, but it was already edible.

With one bite, the rich flavor immediately glides from the tip of the tongue all the way down the throat and warms the stomach.

She immediately squinted her eyes in satisfaction, her long eyelashes casting two shadows on her cheeks. Her legs dangled under the chair, and the little dog on her slippers swayed back and forth.

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