When the music stopped, Kang Li shifted her gaze away from Wang Pan and looked at the three Buns, watching them bounce and hop down the village road, stepping on the freshly fallen snow like little penguins.
Yes, right after lunch today, snowflakes started falling from the sky.
It wasn't particularly heavy, but after more than an hour, the ground was already a vast sheet of white.
Kang Li wasn't worried about the three Buns slipping. They were bundled up thickly—if they fell flat, it wouldn't hurt much.
Besides, as the old saying goes: kids who bump and scrape grow up stronger.
And anyway, bumps and scrapes are part of growing up, aren't they?
Not to mention, she never once considered making her own kids "hothouse flowers."
"Li... Li Bao?"
