Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Tingran carried it and walked away. The cleared road was wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

The door of the embroidery workshop had been closed. She knocked on the door and it was Anfu who came to open it.

"Benefactor, why are you here?" Anfu immediately moved out of the way and let Song Tingran come in first.

"You guys left very quickly. You didn't even get your dinner, so I won't bring it to you."

Anfu was shocked.

It was unheard of for a dignified lady of the house to actually bring food to the servants and deliver it to the door.

Luo Mingyue and Han Congxing both ran out of the kitchen, and Liu Bai was looking down from the window on the second floor.

"Master, we were cooking, but we just came back secretly." Han Congxing still had a spatula in his hand.

"Master, let's give it all to Miss Li and the others. We don't care." Luo Mingyue was embarrassed to say Miss Qin.

"Hurry up and take it. You are tired today. Go to bed after eating. There will probably be no guests coming to the embroidery workshop tomorrow, so you should sleep more."

Song Tingran handed the food in his hand to Luo Mingyue, looked around, and asked, "Where is Liu Bai?"

"Have a rest upstairs." Anfu responded.

Song Tingran looked up and met Liu Bai's eyes.

She waved her hand and said, "Liu Bai, come down and eat. It's all delicious food you've never tasted before."

"Thank you Miss Song, I'll go down now."

Song Tingran went home after finishing speaking, and she was also anxious to go home for dinner.

Usually it will be very cold the next day after it snows. Song Tingran and her husband tidied up the kitchen together, and then told the bastards that you must wear more clothes tomorrow.

The Zaizai responded one by one, but Song Tingran found that Song Chuan was not very interested.

"Chuan, what's wrong with you? Are you frozen?"

"Mom, no, it's just that our ice rose garden is gone."

Song Leyu continued: "Well, Sichuan has been sad all day. We made those ice roses together for a long time."

Song Lingjia: "It must be gone if it's buried under such heavy snow."

Song Can: "Then... let's do it again?"

Song Qingyi: "It's going to take a long time. It's snowing so heavily. It's not fun to have a snowball fight."

Shi Lean: "You can also build a snowman."

The Zaizai were chattering about things they could do. Song Tingran thought that with such heavy snow, he could build a snow house and let the children play in it.

"Okay, let's go to bed early tonight. Let's get up early tomorrow and build a snow house together as a family. We can hide in the snow house as a safe base for snowball fights. The snowman can protect the snow house. How about planting a patch of ice roses nearby? "

This was really a big project, but the cubs had no idea. They just felt extremely excited and happily went upstairs to sleep.

The husbands were all tired today, and the snow on the road had to be cleared tomorrow, so they all returned to their rooms.

Seeing that everyone had left, Sang Cheng took Song Tingran's hand and asked, "My wife, are you going to my room or yours tonight?"

"It doesn't matter. You can be wherever you want."

Sang Cheng already had the answer in his heart, but he still pretended to think about it, "Go to my room, so that when the wife is not here with me, she still feels like the wife, and I feel at ease."

Then he took Song Tingran back to the house. He gently served her and changed into her nightgown.

"My wife, please wait for me. I'll get some hot water and come back to soak your feet."

"Okay, then be careful, the road is slippery."

"Yeah." Sang Cheng walked back, his eyes never leaving Song Tingran. When he was at the door, he turned around and left the house.

Song Tingran waited for a while, but Sang Cheng hadn't come back yet. She got up and opened the door, but there was no one in the courtyard.

She put on her cloak and prepared to go to the bathroom to see what Sang Cheng was doing and why it took so long to get hot water. If she still needed to boil it freshly, she didn't have to soak her feet.

There is hot water in the bathroom, and you can leave after filling it, but there is no sign of Sang Cheng here.

"Strange, where have you gone?" Song Tingran muttered to himself, then closed the door of the bathroom, and suddenly heard a sound at the door.

"Sang Cheng, is that you?"

"My wife, why are you out here? It's so cold. Come inside quickly."

Sang Cheng closed the door anxiously and ran over, with one hand behind his back. Song Tingran looked left and right, but he couldn't see it, or even if he could see it, he couldn't see clearly even in the dark.

"what is it?"

"Guess whether it's the left hand or the right hand. If you guess right, I'll show it to you." Sang Cheng was also mysterious. She was not wearing a cloak and the tip of her nose was a little red.

"Hmm...right hand."

"sure?"

"Then, left hand." Song Tingran hesitated.

Sang Cheng had no choice but to say: "Okay, let's take the left and right hands." Then he took out a branch from behind. On it were several hearts made of snow. He held them together with both hands and presented them in front of her.

"It's so beautiful. Did you do all this?" Song Tingran took it over and looked at it under the moonlight. It was sparkling.

"Well, I was afraid that you would be anxious and it took a lot of effort to finish it. Before, my second brother took me to see the snow heart you made with him, and I thought about it too."

Song Tingran kissed him on the face, "I like it very much, it's really beautiful."

"As long as you like it, my wife, please go back to the house quickly. I'll get hot water. This time I'll really get hot water."

"Together."

The two of them were at the door of the bathroom. Sang Cheng quickly filled up the hot water. Song Tingran took the branch and the heart and went back to the house together.

Sang Cheng hid on the ground and washed Song Tingran's feet. He held the branch and looked at it lovingly.

"My wife, is this water temperature okay?"

"Yeah, just right."

"I can control the water temperature, but this is my first time doing love, so I'm afraid I won't do it well..."

"No, I really like it. It's beautiful. The hearts you made are the most beautiful."

Sang Cheng got a satisfactory answer. He looked up and saw that the snow heart had begun to melt. It was really warm in the room.

He stood up and said, "My wife, can I put this outside?"

Song Tingran was still a little reluctant to part with it, but she still gave it to Sang Cheng. He took it, quickly opened the door, and placed the hard-made branch rose beside the door.

The room was hot, and some of his love had been broken by this exposure, so he didn't care and went back to the house directly.

At the same time, I felt relieved. Fortunately, Song Tingran didn't see the melting love.

If it is seen, it will not be so perfect. What Sang Cheng wants her to see is the most beautiful scene.

"My wife, if you like it, I will do it for you."

"This is very good. Your hands are cold from the cold. You don't need to do it anymore. I have already engraved its appearance in my mind."

Sang Cheng wiped her feet with a soft handkerchief. Looking at her white and tender feet, he couldn't help but pat them, "Okay, you can get in bed now."