Before Sun could figure out how to speak to Yu Changhe, Yu Changhe pushed the door open and came in.
The weather in the twelfth lunar month was already very cold. As soon as the door opened, a gust of cold wind rushed in through the crack, and Yu Changhe quickly closed the door.
He took off the gray rabbit fur hat from his head and casually placed it on the table.
Seeing Sun and Yu Xiaolian huddled around the stove, he also squeezed over to sit down.
Since the family had a hot pot base workshop and a canned food workshop, Yu Changhe had been incredibly busy every day. Fortunately, he no longer had to do the work himself, he simply directed the family workers.
"Daughter, the oven you were pondering over a while back has been delivered. When are you planning on starting with the roasted duck and goose?"
