On December 5, 1010 in the Martial Arts Era, a rare light snowfall appeared over Shenjiang Martial Arts University under a misty sky.
The students on campus raised their heads excitedly and curiously because it hadn't snowed in Shenjiang City for many years.
Today is the birthday of Teacher Wang Shuheng.
A figure walked unhurriedly through the snowstorm. Under the eaves, Miaomiao, wearing a white wool sweater, waved her hand with a look of both helplessness and admiration. In the short time since they left home, Su Mu was already absorbed in cultivation again.
Her husband was really diligent in his cultivation.
"Xiaoyue has already gone inside. We should go in too. You'll be the chef today."
"Hold on."
Miaomiao tiptoed to gently brush the snow off Su Mu's shoulders, "Now it's better."
Su Mu came back to his senses and gently held Miaomiao's hand.
They pushed open the door.
The aroma of food greeted them instantly.
