In the kitchen.
It had started snowing outside. Several children were sitting in front of the stove, huddled together reading picture books and chattering non-stop.
Suddenly, an older boy turned around, leaned on the windowsill, looked at the snow outside which was getting heavier, frowned, and said:
"Mom, is Dad not coming back for dinner again today?"
Aunt Qi slapped her eldest son in anger, "What do you mean by 'again'? Your father is the deputy director of the factory, he has a lot of things to do, sometimes he comes home late, isn't that normal?"
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