Winter has arrived, and the heavy snow has been falling for several days. Many snowmen are piled in the yard, and even after two days of playing, Ping'an has lost interest.
Just as winter break started, Zhang Guoqing, the vice-chairman of the student council, stayed in school to participate in activities. Zhou Jiao returned home alone and saw her son directing some children to move firewood, while Aunt Chen was carrying a small table.
"What's going on?"
Busy Ping'an saw Zhou Jiao and his eyes lit up. He immediately rushed over, "Mom, you're back? Weren't you coming back on the weekend?"
Aunt Chen put down the table, laughing, "Let Ping'an tell you what's going on."
Zhou Jiao picked up her son and touched his little hands, "Cold? Mom's on winter break and has time to be with you. What are you busy with?"
