Lu Jiang took large strides, moving quickly and urgently. Once he reached them, he scooped up his pudgy son, who was flapping around on the ground trying to stand, and then reached out to his wife, "Qingxue, let me see our daughter."
Feng Qingxue was cradling the child, who was bundled up in a padded cloak, thoroughly covered, much to Lu Jiang's frustration - he could not get a glimpse of his chubby daughter beneath the cloak.
Feng Qingxue scolded, "It's snowing heavily. What if she freezes?"
Lu Jiang gave himself a loud smack on the forehead, full of vigour.
Xibao, blinking her big eyes, pointed at Lu Jiang and said to Feng Qingxue, "Mommy, Mommy, Daddy is stupid!" The innocent child's speech made all the adults chuckle. Wang Fengqiao said, "Lu Jiang, let's first take shelter from the snow. Whatever needs to be said can wait until we are home, can't it? No need to stand in the freezing wind."