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... ds, the three of Uncle Feng didn’t immediately descend. Only when they had cleared the snow from the roof, gruntingly rubbing their hands, and shovelled the snow from the yard beyond the fence wall were they done - their heads steaming with exertion.
Feng Qingxue busily invited them inside.
She had already boiled a small pot of brown sugar ginger tea, and served everyone a generous bowl.
The ginger tea was to fight off the cold, but brown sugar was a luxury. Feng Aizhong ...
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