In the kitchen, the aroma fills the air.
Outside the kitchen, the weather is getting colder.
Dark clouds are pressing over from the distant horizon, ominous and somewhat terrifying.
A gust of chilly wind blew from head to leg.
Everyone started preparing to collect clothes and occasionally check the doors and windows at home to prevent sudden rain.
When Uncle Fu went out, everything was fine, with the sunset overhead and the evening glow reflecting on people, but now, the dark clouds covered everything.
He felt somewhat lucky to have instructed his wife and daughter before leaving.
Fu Xiaonan didn't come, saying there were too many people and she didn't want to be crowded, but she asked Uncle Fu to sometimes invite Mu Shuangshuang over for meals.
Regarding his daughter's kind gesture and initiative to befriend Mu Shuangshuang, Uncle Fu was quite pleased.
When they arrived at the Mu Family's Third Branch, Zhao Yun's family and Dogzi were already there.
