The heavy snow outside was falling with a whoosh, and after lunch, the snowfall intensified.
In such a situation, the Zhao Brothers certainly wouldn't go to the village to play with others; they would absolutely stay cozily at home.
If it were usual times, seeing the heavy snow outside, Zhao Guangran would have already been stirring up a commotion in the yard, eager to have a snowball fight and excited to build a snowman of their four-member family.
But this time, Zhao Guangran had no intention of going out to play; instead, he was sprawled in the home workshop watching Zhao Gang make adjustments and modifications now and then.
Looking at what Zhao Gang had in his hands, Zhao Guangran felt truly happy.
If nothing unexpected happened, this would soon become their toy. He wondered what the village friends would think knowing he had such a great toy; perhaps they would feel all sorts of regrets.
