Meanwhile...
Not far away from the house...
Three little figures were quietly walking through the deep, fluffy snow.
Each of them was carefully carrying a huge stone bowl filled to the very brim with delicious, steaming food.
Behind their heels hopped two tiny companions, keeping up as best as they could. One was Stove and the other was Little Hua, the little spiritual plant.
The group looked exactly like a highly classified, secret expedition.
Leading the way was five-year-old Mo Xiao Li. He walked with his chin held high, radiating absolute confidence.
Right behind him came Xiao Yi and Xiao Er in their human forms, walking slowly to carefully protect their precious, heavy bowls of meat.
The rich, mouth-watering smell of the leftovers floated heavily through the crisp winter air.
Xiao Yi looked around nervously, his small ears twitching at every sound. He lowered his voice to a tiny whisper.
