Chapter 469 Quality Life

"Mommy, it's snowing." Tong Hua lay behind the floor-to-ceiling window in front of the fireplace, pillowed on a thick wool carpet, looking out the window. There were some winter flowers outside the conservatory. A few plum blossoms were blooming very beautifully, and snowflakes kept falling. It was falling, the garden was extraordinarily romantic, Tong Hua couldn't stand such a cold weather, Shen Qianshu didn't allow him to go out, so he lay in front of the fireplace watching the falling snow, humming a little tune, enjoying it extraordinarily.

The first snowfall came so early this year, which was a bit surprising.

Ye Ling was also sitting in front of the fireplace, with two computers beside him, working. Zhong Ran and Ah Da were not there. There were only two chefs, a few maids and their family of three left at home. When they were most sleepy in the afternoon, there was no one around. Excuse me, the most warm thing.

"It's been very cold recently. Can you tell the crew to move your role to the end?"

"Aunt Xiaojuan has already gone to negotiate with the producer, so there shouldn't be a problem."

Shen Qianshu was relieved. The two of them looked at the sparks flying in the fireplace and suddenly thought, "It would be delicious if sweet potatoes could be roasted in it!"

Ye Ling, who had been immersed in work, suddenly raised his head and looked at the mother and son seriously.

Roasting sweet potatoes in the fireplace?

Thank you for thinking of it!

"It has a high quality of life. Burning the fireplace, roasting sweet potatoes, and watching the snow scenery are really romantic and high-quality things to do."

Ye Ling snorted coldly, "I'll call Luther back another day and teach you what a quality life means."

A child's drawing, "Excuse me, I just want to bake sweet potatoes!"

The little boy Hua ran to the kitchen excitedly and came back with a strange look on his face.

“There are no sweet potatoes in the kitchen!”

Shen Qianshu beat the ground and laughed!

"Okay, okay, let's do our homework. We have to go to the banquet in the evening. Let's not make any fuss." Xiao Tong Hua sat down with an aggrieved look. He was at the peak of his curiosity, and his heart was full of all kinds of adventures. He was curious, lying down and watching Xue for a while, then rolled to Ye Ling's side, raised his head and asked confusedly, "Daddy, what are you doing?"

There were some blue codes on the screen that he couldn't understand.

As soon as Tong Hua finished speaking, the screen went dark, and Ye Ling popped up again.

"I'm cracking the ghost town's protective wall."

"Failed?"

"No." Ye Ling took a deep breath and endured, "The battery is out."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

She came over to take a look and saw that the power was really out. The mother and son looked at each other and smiled. Ye Ling plugged in the power with a dark face. He concentrated on cracking the code and listened to the conversation between mother and son. Occasionally, he would chat a few words, but nothing happened for a while. Note that when it was about to be cracked, the battery ran out.

"Mommy, we are going to a banquet today. What should we wear? It's so cold."

Ye Ling said calmly, "Zhong Ran will bring the clothes over."

The banquet was held at Lu's house, indoors at a constant temperature, not as cold as a child's painting. Ye Ling closed his eyes slightly, and Shen Qianshu sat over, "Sir, do you have a headache?"

"Um!"

Shen Qianshu sat cross-legged on the sofa and let Ye Ling sit on the carpet. She pressed his temples slightly and gently rubbed his acupuncture points. The temperature in the room was very high and warm, but Ye Ling's forehead was a little cold and he frowned slightly. frown. The child Hua leaned aside and read an original book. The living room was very quiet.

In the fireplace, a warm fire was lit, rising continuously, heating the whole space to an extreme. Outside the window, a piece of cold plum blossoms bloomed, white snow fluttered, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows reflected a piece of red plum blossoms and white snow.

Time seems to stand still.

Half a day's leisure in Fusheng, so quiet.