Yun Ya finished her bowl of noodles cleanly, not even leaving a drop of soup. She didn't care for delicacies like abalones and seafood; she only liked the simple bowl of noodles made by Brother Yan, filled with happiness.
Yun Ya got out of bed and walked around the room to help digest. Yan Song tidied the dishes, and Ah Yun came in and took them away.
"Brother Yan, I want to visit Great-grandfather later; will you come with me?"
"Sure." Yan Song agreed gladly.
"Let's visit Aunt Zhuang first."
Yan Song said nothing, finding a down jacket for her to wear. Yun Ya was bundled up like a penguin. She had never worn something so thick in her entire life.
The northern weather was too harsh. Perhaps she was a southerner and not used to such weather.
After only two days, she felt somewhat fatigued and couldn't help but lean against his chest. "Brother Yan, I like the warm spring of the South. It's too cold here; I really want to find a shell to hide in and never come out."
