Sitting by the stove, lying on Xiao Changyi's knee, An Jing didn't feel cold at all.
On the contrary, she felt quite warm.
Xiao Changyi's one hand would stroke An Jing's hair from time to time, while the other hand fiddled with the firewood in the stove with the fire tongs, making the flames burn even more fiercely.
Outside, the north wind howled, wailing like ghosts and wolves, quite frightening, but none of that affected An Jing and Xiao Changyi.
At this moment, the atmosphere between An Jing and Xiao Changyi was extremely cozy.
"Husband, when will the sweet potatoes be ready?" An Jing asked as she looked at the sweet potatoes in the fire.
Xiao Changyi pressed the sweet potatoes in the fire with the fire tongs before saying, "They're still hard, let's wait a bit more."
"Mm."