Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Although they grew up in Jincheng and Wenzhou, except Song Pingqing, they had only seen snow when traveling.

But it is rare to experience like now, staying at home and watching the heavy snow covering the sky outside.

But this kind of weather is quite common in the winter in Bolton.

Physical education classes were cancelled, sports club activities were also cancelled, and cultural classes on campus were switched to online learning. At this time, there are actually already online classes.

It's only four o'clock after class, and it's free time.

Wu Qiming is arming himself and wants to pull Shen Ci to play snowballs.

"What's the point of two people playing snowball fights?" Song Pingqing said casually, "When we were kids, we played snowball fights with more than a dozen people."

"Then just call a bodyguard." Wu Qiming said as a matter of course.

"That's right." Song Pingqing nodded.

These bodyguards have both strong fighting ability and high emotional intelligence. You will definitely be able to have fun with them without getting hurt.

Alas, Song Pingqing also wanted to go. She always liked such intense competitive sports, but unfortunately...

There is also a big cat at home.

Murong Xue looked at the heavy snow outside the window with a hint of longing in her eyes, but she felt it was too cold outside.

Song Pingqing looked at her, thought for a long time, and stood up: "I'll ask the housekeeper to help me find something, can you wait for me in the study for a while?"

She was thinking that this kind of weather is best for eating baked sweet potatoes, how should she eat it...?

The housekeeper's heart broke after hearing Song Pingqing's request.

Yuan's eyes were full of shock.

"Are you sure you really want to do this?"

Although before she took up this position, she had been reminded that Miss Song was particularly troublesome among the four children.

But I really didn't expect it to get to this point.

"Of course. Do I look like I'm joking?" Song Pingqing glanced at her. "It's not a difficult thing."

Well, it was a bit of a hassle to ask them to find a way to get a sheep in the heavy snow and then set up a barbecue grill and a barbecue stall outdoors.

But isn’t that the fun of camping in the snow?

Let's have some tea around the stove.

"We can find more. You can eat too." Song Pingqing generously added, "I will pay for today's activities."

The butler immediately stopped him: "The master said that everything you want should be transferred from the account he gave you, including these."

She now realized why this extra explanation was given.

Wow... I'm treating, but my godfather is paying the bill?

Song Pingqing felt secretly happy in his heart. The treatment of his adopted daughter was really great!

Song Pingqing, a person who has not yet awakened, has enjoyed all the treatment he deserves without knowing it.

Half an hour later, Song Pingqing went upstairs and said to Murong Xue, "Come on, I'll take you to play in the snow."

"I'm not going. It's so cold." Murong Xue stayed in the bed without moving.

"It's not cold. You'll know when you come." Song Pingqing went straight over and took her hand.

So Murong Xue stood up as well.

Considering that Song Pingqing took the initiative to hold my hand.

Song Pingqing had two electric radiators placed in the corridor outside the handicraft room, as well as a clay wood-burning oven with a small rack on top.

Wu Lide was standing nearby, with a fire extinguisher placed next to his legs that made him look particularly petite and delicate.

"Why don't you go play snowballs?" Song Pingqing asked casually.

"I'm your bodyguard, there's no need to mess around with them." Wu Lide replied, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart: I have to stay here to watch you and make sure you don't go too far.

Song Pingqing glanced at the fire extinguisher at his feet and smiled: "Okay, you come with us."

Murong Xue was wrapped in a thick fur shawl. After she sat down, the stove in front of her and the electric heater behind her provided her with heat.

"It's indeed not cold." Murong Xue nodded.

"Sister, how can I let you get cold?" Song Pingqing raised her face and gave her an expression that she thought was cool but was actually very childish.

Murong Xue:......

Forget it, let’s not discourage her. It’s hard for her to worry so much.

The eldest lady changed the subject directly and looked at the oven in front of her: "What are you going to do with the oven?"

"Of course, roast something." Song Pingqing wrapped sweet potatoes and potatoes in tin foil and threw them in.

Whether this thing is edible or not is another matter, but there needs to be an atmosphere.

A kettle was placed on the shelf to boil water, surrounded by a few longans, red dates and oranges.

Murong Xue stared at it for a while and asked Song Pingqing: "Roasted oranges?"

Can it be delicious?

Song Pingqing took the tongs and flipped through them, then picked out one that was about cooked enough and took it down.

While peeling the orange peel, I heard “hiss—whoosh—it’s so hot—”

Murong Xue was speechless for a while: Is this person serious?

Song Pingqing finally peeled the orange peel after a long time and gave half of it to Murong Xue: "Here, eat it while it's hot."

After saying that, he gave an unpeeled one to Wu Lide who was standing nearby.

"Hmm." Murong Xue took it and without hesitation, she broke off a slice of orange and put it into her mouth to taste it carefully.

Warm orange flesh is much softer than cold one, and seems to have a bit more sweetness.

Murong Xue squinted her eyes and looked at the snowy scene, then she broke off another orange slice and ate it. The warm feeling passing through her mouth soothed her fear of the cold.

Song Pingqing casually threw the orange peel into the stove below. When burned by the fire, the orange peel immediately gave off a unique aroma.

"How is it?" Song Pingqing added a piece of firewood, "Not bad, right?"

Murong Xue slowly put the last piece of orange flesh into her mouth and ate it before answering, "Not bad, quite special."

"I knew you would like it." Song Pingqing smiled proudly, put a few small jars on it and added water to them.

"what is this?"

Although the two of them were sitting together around the stove making tea, the stove in the middle was a bit big, and Murong Xue couldn't see clearly what Song Pingqing was holding.

"Roasted pear soup. This is the recipe given by Gu Zongnian. It has always been stewed in water. I want to see how it tastes when it is roasted."

Song Pingqing picked up a small jar that had not yet been filled with water and showed Murong Xue what was inside:

"Roasted oranges can relieve cough and reduce phlegm. This can also moisten the lungs, which is most suitable for this season."

Murong Xue looked at the contents of the jar and said, "It is indeed very timely."

"They can drink after they're done playing." Song Pingqing stretched, put his feet on the footstool, leaned back in the chair and watched the snow fall.

"......" Murong Xue felt sour. She sat in her seat in silence for a while, but couldn't help but said, "You still care about them."

As soon as she said this, Song Pingqing felt the jealousy of the eldest lady and immediately waved his hand:

"Oh, don't be jealous, don't be jealous, you are my best friend, they are just taking advantage of you."

Murong Xue gritted her teeth and cursed in her heart: This idiot!

Seeing that she didn't say anything for a while, Song Pingqing turned his head and asked, "Do you want to eat another orange?"

"Eat." Murong Xue tried her best to comfort herself not to break her back teeth, "I want a whole one."

"You're quite greedy." Song Pingqing repeated the "hiss--whoosh--it's so hot--" action and handed a whole roasted orange to Murong Xue.

"Eat."

Greedy little cat.