"Your health isn't good, it's best not to drink alcohol."
Hearing this, Beichen Jue was displeased, with a slight hint of dissatisfaction, he glared at his grandson, then picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.
After the meal, the old man felt a bit tired, as older people often tire quickly.
Ye Xinluo helped him to the bedroom to rest.
Coming downstairs, after tidying up the table with Lan Shan, they went to the living room and only then realized that Beichen Rui and Jingxi had disappeared.
"Daddy, you're so clumsy." The little fellow's voice came from the yard, and looking towards the source, they saw the two of them had somehow run out into the yard to make snowmen.
"Daddy, your snowman looks terrible, not half as good as mine."
"Oh really?" Beichen Rui raised his eyebrows slightly, glancing at the snowman made by the little fellow. "It's so short, it's just like you..."
