After breakfast, Aunt Cui and Xinning stayed in Fuxi Courtyard. Ye Zhenzhen and Cui Weizhen returned to Mingxiyuan with their two children. Even Ningkang was called, and a group of five people were fully armed.
Start building a snowman with the equipment.
The maids wanted to help roll the snow, but Ye Zhenzhen refused. Just prepare the tools. If you have to do it by hand to even roll the snow, what fun would there be?
However, Ye Zhenzhen also noticed that they were ready to make a move, especially the little girl Yupan, who almost had the word "want to play" written on her face.
She suddenly laughed: "If you like it, just play together. The more people there are, the more fun it will be."
Although the other maids were a little moved, they looked at the husband standing aside and did not dare to be too presumptuous after all. Yupan was not afraid at all and happily joined Cui Zhiduan's three-man team and started playing in a decent manner.
Ye Zhenzhen patted her gloves. These gloves were made by Xiu Niang to keep them warm after the winter. Cui Zhiduan and the other children were particularly fond of this as they were too cold to write.
Cui Weizhen also has a pair, but he rarely wears them. Now he was forced to put them on by Ye Zhenzhen: "Be careful, lest you get frostbite."
"As you said, I just need to play with you."
Cui Weizhen looked at the gloves helplessly. He said he only wanted to accompany him, so why did he have to do it himself?
Ye Zhenzhen glared at him: "If you don't build the snowman yourself, are you trying to slow down your work? We don't need models!"
Cui Weizhen: "..."
He had never built a snowman as a child, let alone as an adult. This kind of behavior was a bit silly, but under the coercion of his wife, he had to squat down and roll the snow with her.
Ye Zhenzhen was particularly happy. She took a small shovel and dug a little here and there. She was even more interested than the children next to her. Cui Weizhen was very suspicious of her motives - did she want to play?
The most outrageous thing is that this mature adult did not build a snowman calmly, but grabbed a handful of small snowballs and secretly threw them at his son under Cui Weizhen's disbelieving eyes.
"Ah, who hit me!"
The innocent Cui Zhiduan looked around in confusion. Except for a few people playing in the snow, the other maids in the yard were standing far away. It was definitely not their fault. He glanced at his parents suspiciously, then thought it was impossible, so he looked up.
Look at the branches above your head.
It must have been caused by the snow on the trees... right?
Cui Zhiduan turned back and continued to roll the snowball, but he was more vigilant than before. When his back moved again, he immediately felt that it was an attack from behind.
He looked back keenly and saw his father holding the snow: "..."
Cui Weizhen: "..."
He calmly returned the snowball that his wife had just stuffed in his hand, and proved his innocence: "It was your mother who smashed it."
Cui Zhiduan had no doubt at all.
Compared to my serious and reserved father, my mother, who has always been unconventional, would do this kind of thing even more.
"Mother~"
He shouted sadly, his dark eyes were wet, his little mouth pouted, and he looked extremely aggrieved.
Ye Zhenzhen touched her nose angrily, suddenly feeling that she had sinned deeply, and with uneasy conscience, she defended herself: "Mom was just teasing you, didn't I hurt you?"
Cui Zhiduan shook his head. He was wearing thick clothes, so the snowballs hitting him were just barely noticeable.
So he generously forgave his mother's childish behavior: "Mom, it doesn't hurt me, as long as you are happy."
Alas, at such a young age, he has endured too much in life.