Xiao Yuchuan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and sighed, "The avalanche has blocked our way back to the village; there's nothing we can do about not being able to return. There are too many people who can't go home for the New Year this year."
She felt helpless as well, "I just hope that Fourth Brother at home is alright."
"Don't worry too much," he kissed her soft cheek, "I've instructed Fuquan to check on Fourth Brother frequently, and I've also spoken to the village chief to ask him to take extra care of him."
"That's good."
Xiao Yishan's tall and robust figure stood in the yard, his absent-minded demeanor suggested his thoughts were drifting far away.
Perhaps second brother is thinking of home as well.
For the New Year, Su Qingyue personally made dumplings, and Maid Yinzhu prepared a large table full of dishes.