Hua Chengtian looked at the child, who was wrapped up securely, and decided not to urge any further.
Wearing the cotton-padded clothes made from the cotton in his daughter's blessed land was indeed warm. In previous years, whenever there was heavy snowfall, cleaning the courtyard and rooftop was an arduous time, making one's whole body feel like it was turning into ice shards.
But not cleaning was not an option, especially for the roof. Too much snow could easily collapse the eaves.
Seeing the child's happy expression, Hua Chengtian shook his head and let her be.
This child knew her limits as well; she'd naturally return indoors when cold.
Sure enough, after getting excited in the courtyard for a while, Xiaoxiao calmed down and began shoveling the snow in the courtyard alongside her father with a family shovel.
Old Hua had gone to the village. Today's snowfall was the heaviest since winter began, and soon the ground would be covered with a thick layer.
