In the warm sunshine of December, the temperature is cold.
Chen Pingsheng, rarely at home, played with the kids.
Chen Xinyi was one and a half years old, and even had a tiny ox-horn braid tied up with a small elastic band on her head.
Tying up that sparse little head of hair was quite a struggle.
Little Chubby Girl had grown round and plump, not quite like her sister at her age.
When Chen An'an was little, she wasn't that chubby.
She had forced herself to get plumper later on, but Chen Xinyi was different.
Her chubby little face was especially adorable.
"Dada."
"Come here, let Daddy hold you."
Chen Pingsheng picked her up, and Little Chubby Girl giggled joyfully.
Before long, Chen An'an also returned home with her schoolbag.
After December comes New Year's Day, and after New Year's Day is the Spring Festival.
What she looked forward to most was the Spring Festival because she could take a month off.
"Dad, you're quite free, huh?"