Dressed up as a Real Mom

As soon as He Xiaoyun finished knitting the scarf for Wei Yuanhang, the snow fell.

That morning, when she woke up, she found that the window outside was brighter than usual. She thought she was getting up late. She only found out when she opened the curtains. But overnight, the outside turned into a white world, with high and low buildings and mountains. The treetops and grass fields were all put on silver outfits.

Wei Jianwei opened the door and walked in. He was always the first to get up, and he came back with hot water from the water room.

He Xiaoyun saw him and said excitedly: "It's snowing!"

He said: "It's a bit cold today, keep warm."

"Yeah." He Xiaoyun answered her mouth, her eyes still staring at the snow outside, quite a bit eager to move.

She was also a Southerner in her previous life. She only saw a small amount of snow once when she was in her twenties, with a little white on the top of the mountain. This was the first time she saw such a large amount of snow, and she wanted to run out now. Have fun.

"Don't play in the snow, you will have frostbite." Wei Jianwei pierced her beautiful thoughts.

He Xiaoyun looked at her hands subconsciously. She still remembered that one year, her two little fingers had frostbite. When the weather got warmer, she felt itchy and painful and she wanted to scratch her skin. The thought in her heart immediately turned off. NS.

"Okay..." She looked out the window reluctantly, then closed the curtains and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

When Wei Yuanhang got up, he saw Xue, and immediately ran over to her and asked her in a fuss: "Mom, what's that outside?"

"It's snow."

The child tilted his head and asked, "What is snow?"

He Xiaoyun didn't know how to answer, so she simply said, "It's the ones outside in vain."

Wei Yuanhang frowned, not satisfied with the answer, "Where did the snow come from?"

"What falls from the sky is like rain."

"Why doesn't it snow in our house?"

He Xiaoyun knew that he was referring to Qingshuihe, and said, "Because our house is not cold enough, it will snow when the weather is cold, and it will rain when it is cold."

The little fat man nodded, seemingly understanding.

After breakfast, Wei Jianwei went to the camp, while Wei Yuanhang stood by the window, looking at the snow outside with curiosity and wonder.

Not long after, Wang Derong ran over, seeing that Wei Jianwei was not at home, he became courageous, and shouted: "Xiaohang Xiaohang, let's go down to the snowball fight!"

Wei Yuanhang slid and was about to run out, He Xiaoyun quickly stopped him, "Just run out like this, be careful to be silly."

Children have a fast metabolism, high body temperature, and blood vessels are not easy to freeze. They only go out to play for a while, and don't worry too much about frostbite. However, she still found the thickest cotton clothes and put on him, put on a scarf and gloves, wrapped her whole body tightly, before letting him go out.

"I'll be back after a while."

"Got it!" The two children ran away all at once.

He Xiaoyun stood by the window and looked around, and saw that there were already several children downstairs, all dressed like balls, running swayingly on the snowy ground, and if she was not careful, she threw herself into the snow. Like a clumsy little penguin, strange and cute.

She watched for a while, then turned around and started knitting a scarf. Wei Jianwei and Wei Yuanhang already had one, and she had to knit one for herself. The briquettes that were just made for breakfast have not gone out yet, she is warming her tea on the stove, sitting next to her, with a sense of warmth.

Before long, Xu Lanxiang finished the housework and came over to talk to her with the sweater half-knitted.

"Looking at the weather, I will start to accumulate sauerkraut in two days. How much are you going to accumulate this year?"

He Xiaoyun was confused, "Huh?"

"Make sauerkraut, why? You didn't make it in previous years?" Xu Lanxiang asked.

He Xiaoyun just remembered that there is indeed a custom of accumulating sauerkraut in the north. Because it is too cold, in winter, there are basically no edible vegetables. Unlike in the south, where the fields are green all year round, you can pick a handful of fresh ones whenever you want to eat them.

She has no experience at all. If it hadn't been for Xu Lanxiang to ask, maybe this winter, the family had no food to eat, so they would have to eat and eat.

"We don't make sauerkraut, nor can I. When will my sister-in-law do it, call me and I will learn from you."

"It's so simple, you don't need to learn," Xu Lanxiang said, "but you have to prepare a big tank first. After two days' rest, let Lao Wang and you Lao Wei do this."

"Okay, thank you sister-in-law first." He Xiaoyun nodded repeatedly.

At noon, there was something in Wei Jianwei's camp, and he did not come back for dinner. He Xiaoyun talked about it until the evening.

The family has eaten dinner, and they are grilling around the stove. Three sweet potatoes are roasted on the stove.

"My sister-in-law said to let Lao Wang help, our family must first buy a big tank for making sauerkraut."

"Good." Wei Jianwei said.

"I didn't expect to make sauerkraut. I will ask my sister-in-law another day, what else needs to be prepared, and prepare it in advance, otherwise, after waiting for a while, I won't even be able to get out the door."

"It's okay," Wei Jianwei said, "I will go shopping for groceries in the future."

He Xiaoyun imagined that he bargained with the stall owner and then bought three scallions and four heads of garlic. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Mom, can you eat it?" Wei Yuanhang sat between the two, staring at the sweet potato on the stove, coveting it.

There was already a sweet smell, He Xiaoyun took a chopstick to poke the sweet potato, and found that it couldn't penetrate the sweet potato, "It's almost a bit, wait a minute."

Wei Yuanhang swallowed, and said obediently, "All right."

"Do you have enough clothes for winter? Do you want to wear another sweater? I was studying with my sister-in-law recently." He Xiaoyun asked Wei Jianwei.

When she and Wei Yuanhang arrived, they couldn't bring too much luggage. The winter clothes were packed and mailed, but the cotton-padded clothes in the south were not enough to wear in the north. She planned to knit two more sweaters and trousers by herself and wore them next to her.

Wei Jianwei nodded, "Enough. There are two cloth tickets in the drawer. You and the child will add another cotton coat."

He Xiaoyun wanted to say no, and couldn't figure out how cold the winter in the north would be. She was afraid that she would not be well prepared and it would be difficult to get through. When I asked Wei Jianwei, I didn’t know clearly. He is a big man, unlike her and children who are afraid of the cold. He said: "I will ask my sister-in-law tomorrow to see if it is necessary."

"Whether you need it or not, you are prepared for it." Wei Jianwei said.

She thought about it for a while. This is indeed the truth. After all, it is the first year to spend the winter here. It is always right to be fully prepared, "Okay, then I will buy it on the street instead."

Wei Yuanhang stared at the sweet potato for a while. Seeing that the scent became stronger and stronger, he couldn't help asking, "Mom, can you eat it now?"

Seeing that he is like a small cat, He Xiaoyun smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay, let's take a look at the small one first."

She touched the sweet potato with her hand. It didn't feel very hot, so she picked it up directly. Unexpectedly, after a second or two, the hotness came from her fingertips. She hissed and put the sweet potato down again, facing it. Blow straight with your fingers, "It's hot."

Wei Jianwei put down the book, held her hand, pinched his thin white fingers and looked at it.

When winter comes, He Xiaoyun has cold hands and feet, but his hands are not affected by the temperature at all. They are still warm, and the warm palms wrap her hands, which is actually quite comfortable, but there is a little fat guy staring at him, He Xiaoyun Pulling out his hand uncomfortably, "Nothing, no blistering."

Wei Jianwei didn't let her touch it anymore, he broke the sweet potato into two halves, let it cool for a while, and divided it between her and the child in half.

Wei Yuanhang took a bite, inhaling hot, but reluctant to vomit it out, and said vaguely, "It's so delicious."

"Eat slowly, don't choke." He Xiaoyun shook her head helplessly, fanning his mouth with her hand.

After eating the sweet potatoes, seeing that it was almost time, she drove the child to bed and coaxed him to sleep, and then went back to the stove to read.

Three stools were placed around the stove. Wei Yuanhang was originally sitting in the middle. After he fell asleep, this position was vacant.

Wei Jianwei patted the empty stool and said to her, "Sit here."

He Xiaoyun glanced at him, did not move, "What are you doing?"

Upon seeing this, Wei Jianwei moved a position by himself and sat next to her.

The chairs were placed a little closer, and as soon as he sat down, the two people were basically half-length and one leg leaning together.

The space suddenly squeezed a lot, and He Xiaoyun moved her legs, "What are you doing so close?"

Wei Jianwei did not answer. Instead, he pulled the hand that she didn't hold the book with and held it in his palm, "Why is your hand so cold?"

He Xiaoyun looked back on the bed and saw that the child was sleeping, she turned back comfortably and said: "It's just like this by nature. It will be a little hotter when you just finish your work, and it will become cold again after a while."

"Is it cold?"

"No." She shook her head.

He didn't let go of her hand, and continued reading in this posture.

He Xiaoyun felt a little awkward. It was obvious that he had a calm look on his face, and felt that if he had to pull it out, it was a little too deliberate, so he had to follow him.

About ten minutes later, her hands had become warm, and Wei Jianwei let go and said, "Change your hand."

He Xiaoyun stared, "How to change?"

The two sat together, holding the adjacent hand, and the remaining one could barely read the book. If she was asked to stretch the other hand to him, wouldn't the whole body be distorted?

Wei Jianwei seemed to think about it seriously, then patted his leg and said, "Sit up."

The expression on his face was the same as usual, as if he had not just made a request for someone to sit on his lap.

But He Xiaoyun remembered a famous saying: Sit up and move by yourself.

She was embarrassed and her cheeks warmed up, "No, I'll just sit here."

Wei Jianwei said helplessly: "Sit up and warm your hands."

He Xiaoyun still shook her head vigorously, "Don't don't, I'm not cold."

He looked at her for a while, and finally he leaned slightly over, put his arm around her shoulders, and took the whole person into his arms, with his palm running along his forearm, finding her hand, and holding it in his palm.

He Xiaoyun was stiff there like a rabbit, and compared it for a long time in her heart. Was it okay to sit on his lap, or was she hugged in her arms?

It should be better now... right?