After chatting for a while, Pei Yang stood up and took a look in the kitchen.

When he came out of the kitchen, Pei Yang called to everyone.

"Dinner is ready!"

Upon hearing Pei Yang’s words, everyone stood up and headed towards the dining room together.

The lamb soup was already stewed to perfection.

It was made with lamb ribs, carrots, along with cabbage and vermicelli.

There’s no need for excessive seasoning, just add some salt and sesame oil, and the flavor was already delectable.

After serving it into bowls, you could add chili or vinegar, or even pepper, according to your personal taste.

Pei Jing was young and didn’t like these things, so he ate it plain.

Apart from Pei Jing, everyone else adjusted the flavor based on their own tastes.

The chili oil was made by Jiang Ran beforehand, stored in a small ceramic jar, ready to be used at any time.

When you got close, you could smell its fragrant spiciness.

For those who couldn’t handle much spice, even a bit could make their cheeks flush and nose sweat.

Everyone there could handle quite a bit of spiciness.

But even so, by the end, each person had a flushed face, glistening with sweat.

Still, it felt truly satisfying.

After the meal, everyone felt a deep sense of contentment.

Chen Bing leaned back in his chair after eating and drinking to his fill, letting out a long sigh, "That was great!"

Having driven for quite some time and braving the cold, the two big bowls of lamb soup made him warm from the inside out.

If he could lie down right now and sleep, that would be even better.

This wish could indeed be realized.

It was already completely dark, and the wind and snow were howling outside.

In any case, the Pei Family wouldn’t let Chen Bing leave at this time.

After all, it wasn’t Chen Bing’s first time staying at the Pei Family’s place, he could just sleep in the same room as Pei Yang.

Since it got colder, Pei Yang stopped sleeping on the bed and moved to the kang (a heated brick bed).

The kang was large.

For men like Pei Yang and Chen Bing, the kang could easily fit three to five people.

With the two of them together, there was no concern about space.

Not only Pei Yang, others had moved to sleeping on the kang too.

At first, when Jiang Ran moved to the kang, she felt slightly unaccustomed.

But after a whole night of cozy sleep, all her discomfort vanished.

After the meal, everyone sat in the living room talking for a while.

Considering that both Chen Bing and Pei Huai were exhausted, they didn’t chat for too long. After washing up, everyone headed to their own rooms to rest.

Pei Jing insisted on sleeping with Pei Huai, and Pei Huai didn’t refuse, taking Pei Jing with him.

Jiang Ran watched father and son enter the room, smiled, and then turned to enter her own room.

Although Jiang Ran also wanted to chat with Pei Huai, there was no rush.

At night, lying on the kang, Jiang Ran kept her eyes open, staring at the window for a while before slowly closing her eyes.

Jiang Ran thought she might not sleep well that night.

But in fact, not long after closing her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep.

She slept until the next morning.

Even after the whole night, the residual warmth of the kang remained, making it not cold at all.

The clothes she needed to wear were placed on the kang, warm and ready to be worn without feeling cold at all.

After dressing, Jiang Ran tidied up the bedding and opened the curtains to look outside.

Through the glass, she could clearly see that the snowflakes were still falling outside.