So, the kang stove that Qin Xiangyang and his family used this year was burning fiercely, and even though there were two kangs in their house, none of them ever got cold.
With a kang stove, they wouldn't fear the cold outside, the winter at this time, without heating or air conditioning, was unimaginably cold in Dadao Village. The cold in the mountainous areas is something city people can't imagine, but once used to it, they could endure it, especially when they return home to the burning kang stove, making the whole house warm and cozy.
Qin Xiangyang wrapped Nuannuan's little face tightly with a large scarf, so tight that no wind could get through. Nuannuan shook her little head, then pulled down the scarf covering her face a bit, wondering if her older brother was trying to suffocate her with this scarf.
"Ah, sorry," Qin Xiangyang immediately knew he did something wrong when he saw his sister's face turning red. He clumsily used both hands to rub her little cheeks.
