"If it gets too busy for me to handle, I'll call you," Mrs. Qi waved her hand dismissively.
"Alright then."
Kang Li gave a charming smile and nodded.
Unexpectedly, Milk Bun Ming Han's voice rang out at that moment, "Mommy, mommy, look!" Pointing at the icicles under the eaves, Milk Bun Ming Han turned to her mother and said, "It's icicles, Mommy, they're icicles!"
"Yes, they are icicles."
Kang Li responded with a smile.
Song Xuan reached out and broke off a longer icicle, holding it up in front of Xiao Ming Rui's three sets of eyes: "Shiny."
Xiao Ming Rui nodded: "Crystal clear and shiny."
Xiao Ming Wei: "It's like the spears in the comic books, and also like swords, like horns, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, it looks so smooth!"
"Let me touch."
Milk Bun took off one glove and was about to reach out and touch the icicle that Song Xuan was holding between his fingers.
"No, it's cold!"
