"You guys really have it rough!" Yang Chuxia sympathized with them.
Knowing thereâs a problem with that person, yet unable to do anything about it, tsk tsk, must be really frustrating.
"Isnât that right." Ye Ziâan agreed deeply, "Letâs not talk about it, letâs eat, the food at the office is truly not tasty."
Yang Chuxia laughed, if Ye Ziâan said it wasnât good, it must really not be great.
On November 25th, the Great Zhouâs Capital City also started to have snow flurries, but mixed with rainwater, melting instantly upon hitting the ground.
"Mom, are you sure I need to wear this much?" With the weather getting colder, Yang Chuxia added extra layers to the kids early in the morning.
"Itâs cold, and thereâs no charcoal burning at your school, if you donât wear more, your hands and feet will be freezing."
"But Iâm dressed like a ball, I canât even run." Yangyang tugged at the clothes he wore, feeling quite distressed, he pulled at his belt and said, "With the belt fastened, you canât even see my waist, Iâve turned into a fat barrel, so ugly."
"Pfft... Son, youâre a boy, and so young, why are you so concerned about your appearance?" Yang Chuxia pulled at his outer robe, "Your focus should be on staying warm, even though youâre wearing a bit much, my good-looking son isnât ugly at all."
"Sigh, Mom, youâre just comforting me." Yangyang sighed, "Whose face is bigger than their body? The first thing people see will surely be my body. When I get to school, everyone will surely say, look, the Ye familyâs little fatty is here, who would bother to look at my face to see if itâs nice-looking or not."
"Pfft..." Listening to this kid talk, Yang Chuxia couldnât help but laugh.
"Little brother, it doesnât matter if youâre dressed horribly because our school doesnât have any girls." Lele, unable to watch any longer, piped up. How can my little brother be so vain?
"Alright, alright, youâre both right." Yangyang waved his hand helplessly, "I donât want the cloak, alright? Iâm already dressed like a ball, wrapping a cloak on me would just turn me into a silkworm cocoon, a giant fat cocoon."
Yang Chuxia saw that he indeed wore quite a bit, so didnât make him fasten the cloak, only having the servants carry it, in case it gets cold, it might be needed.
She handed over the hand warmers, silver coals, snacks and such that the kids might need, to the servants, and after the two children headed to school, Yang Chuxia went to pull the two younger ones out of bed.
Luo Linhao came with Ye Ziâan, and upon seeing Yang Chuxia, he was full of reluctance, "Cousin-in-law, can we not go propose to the Li Family?"
"Definitely not possible, if we keep delaying, the Noble Princess Concubine will surely have opinions." Yang Chuxia continued, "Donât worry, would I really let you marry the Li Familyâs daughter?"
"Exactly, would my sister harm you?" Saying this, Yang Xiayun walked in from outside, but her outfit was quite eye-catching.
"Yunyun? Oh my! What kind of outfit is that?" Luo Linhao covered his face, with bright red lips and a white face, dark circles under the eyes, isnât this a ghost?
"A matchmaker, canât you tell?" Yang Xiayun touched her eyebrow, "I even purposely added a big black mole, very much like a matchmaker. Young lad, Iâm here to propose for you."
"Are you serious?" Luo Linhaoâs eyes widened, "Yunyun, are you really doing this?"
"Of course, I have to see what kind of divine being this Li Susu really is." She turned to Yang Chuxia, "Sis, do I need a matchmaker to propose? How do I look?"
"You? Not good." Yang Chuxia poked her forehead, "Stay at home obediently."