The winter afternoon sun was nice and warm, but once a gust of wind hit you in the face, it still stung like needles, and every word you spoke came out in little white puffs.
After Yi Jiefang and his wife came in, it was like they'd agreed on the time—before the set time in the evening, the other three couples also arrived one after another.
Qi Meizhen hunched her neck and was the last to come in, hurriedly greeted everyone, then bolted straight to the big hall where everyone had gathered and warmed her hands by the stove.
Zhou Jiao handed her a cup of hot water, signaling her to hold it and warm her hands first.
"Jiao Jiao, you're still the nicest."
"We're not bad either. Come on, sisters, let's serve her and get her changed."
"Wrong word." Qi Meizhen rolled her eyes at them with a smile, took off her coat and tossed it on the chair. "When did you all get here? I thought we two were the earliest."
