It"s winter, it"s the coldest time.
As soon as I entered the house, I felt a chill all over my body. Shen Qingyun put down the oil-paper umbrella, the half-old cloak was covered with residual snow on his shoulders.
The hut is sturdy, but fortunately it is not ventilated. In the center of the house, firewood was burning for warmth. She stepped forward, and handcuffed her hands. Only then did her cold hands warm up.
Zhang Sheng"s wife brought the soy milk and placed it on the wooden table by her hand, not daring to speak more. This Doctor Shen is very strange.
Fortunately, the couple went to bed early and woke up at the same time to make tofu and make soy milk.
Shen Qingyun went to see Zhang Sheng as usual. After the year, she changed Zhang Sheng"s medicine and gradually began to give n
