Transmigration in the Book: I Rely on Raising Cubs to Upgrade My System

The snow is gone.

Ye Xun stayed with the dog.

"Pup, do you see what mommy took?"

Ye Susu rushing behind, discarded buttons in one hand, Song Yiran's kitchen scraps - cucumber and carrot tops in the other. ......

"The snowman's nose, eyes, ears, and pups have it all!"

She is a knowledgeable kitten, and she knows how to give the snowman his facial features.

But Ye Xun grabbed her grandmother's hand, and when she turned back, she gave her mommy a sad little look.

"Mommy, the facial features are there, but the snowman's body isn't messed with."

"Huh?"

Ye Susu didn't understand it yet, but when she ran out, she looked up and was dumbfounded.

She couldn't even build a dog snowman, let alone a snowman.

"It's all melted?"

Yessusu was a bit confused.

"It was swept away."

Song Yiran looked at the two mothers and their children, and couldn't help but shift her gaze to the closed door next to her.

Last night, she didn't hear any sound from the house. This morning, the room was also quiet, as if no one was there.

"Swept away?"

Ye Susu murmured, looking down at the buttons in her hands, a smile on her pretty face that was worse than tears.

And then she looked at the ground, it looked as if it had been cleaned, not melted into water, and there were not many puddles.

"Ms. Song, the sanitation in your hometown is more diligent than in the city. Boing, tomorrow I'll write a small blackboard and ask him to sweep and leave me a little ...... to sweep the snow by this flower bed."

Ye Susu lamented and quickly and strongly came up with a way to build a snowman tomorrow.

Ye Xun listened and also Baden Baden nodded her little head.

It would make it easier for grandma to walk, not fall on all fours like he did, and they still had snow to play with.

"Mommy, I'll go get grandma's chalk out~"

The little guy was so active that he ran into the house with his little legs wide open, faster than the little white dog could run.

It seemed that if he ran a little slower, there would be no more snow tomorrow.

Song Yiran couldn't help but laugh and cry when she saw the child's back, but then she turned around and looked at Ye Susu.

She soon noticed that even though she was temporarily wearing her bulky black cotton jacket, which was old-fashioned, her little face was still youthful and lively, and her eyes were bright and vibrant, as if they couldn't be hidden by the color of her heavy clothes.

After not spending time with her for several years, Song Yiran had the feeling that her daughter was even more beautiful than before.

This kind of beauty was not a change in her appearance, but rather a radiance that emanated from a girl's heart.

Under the sunlight, she was so radiant like a young girl that she couldn't take her eyes off her.

Song Yiran lamented in her heart that the woman had changed so much that she couldn't help but speak out.

"I'm afraid I'm not a sanitation worker."

"Hey?"

Song Yiran didn't say anything more, just patted her on the shoulder, "You go and take the key with you. The snow in front of the door is gone, and there is still snow on the vacant lot next to it, so let's go to the front door and pile it up."

When Ye Susu obediently went, Song Yiran took a complicated look at the neighbor's gate again.

There were sanitation workers sweeping the road, but they wouldn't sweep the yard anyway.

Earlier, whenever it snowed, there was a thick layer of snow in the yard.

Except for the small supermarket Zhao's family, the other residents are mostly fifty to sixty years old and upward-facing old people, and it is really inconvenient to travel in this weather.

They are not as tough and strong as young people, and if they fall, they may suffer fractures and joint dislocations, and the elderly next door rely on Zhao's family to bring things back from the supermarket.

If the sanitation workers had come in to clean up the mess, it would have been easier for them in previous years.

Song Yiran thought, looking at the closed door next to her with softened eyes and even some appreciation.

"Grandma, you taught me to write."

"Mom, I've locked the door."

"Well, go!"

The three generations soon went out to play in the snow, hand in hand, with the spinning dog in a circle.

As soon as they reached the street, the thick snow caught their eyes.

Ye Xun felt that the sanitation uncle was just like him, a left-handed man, only cleared the snow on the left side of their street, along the whole road the ground is very smooth, it is rare to see only a snowflake.

But on the opposite side, on the right side of the road, the snow was still accumulating, not yet melted, and not yet swept away.

Almost like a puppy dog, Ye Xun let out a cry of joy from her small throat.

Ye Susu's eyes also shone, and before she even rushed to the other side, she was already scratching the ground.

"Here, here, you can build at least three big snowmen. We'll each have one~"

After they rushed over, the whole courtyard was suddenly quiet.

Liu Zhen didn't dare to speak, and could only look at Li Jun, who was standing silently by the door and was about to become a mother and child watcher, and turned around with a sigh.

Too bad.

The boss was too miserable.

He simply couldn't bear to watch.

In the wee hours of the morning, he got up to sweep the snow from the door to the yard, just in case the little guy fell down with his mother-in-law.

As a result, people were running to play in the snow, which was great because they were piling up snow in the yard and the boss could see the mother and son through the window.

Now the mother and son have gone out, and he can't even see half of them.

Liu Zhen sighed at the thought.

"Does your daughter play in the snow?"

Li Jun's tone was grumbling.

Liu Zhen is the father, theoretically should not be foolish with him.

"This ...... boss, I thought the elite education, and we ordinary people play different ...... I saw you yesterday when you cleaned the snow especially firm and sure ...... "

Raijun looked black and took the phone directly into the room.

"The teleconference is on."

"...... Oh."

Liu Zhen left within a few days and got a new young assistant to handle the chores.

Lijun asked Liu Zhen to go back to his wife and children, which was very humane, but of course it had something to do with the fact that Liu Zhen was in the room all day, videoing with his wife and children.

As he listened to the interaction between the three of them, he became a little jealous, so jealous that he drove people away.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Li Jun sweeps the snow in front of his mother and son's house with Ms. Song as usual.

He just listened to Ye Susu, who piled up the snow in the aisle so that it wouldn't affect everyone's walk.

The new assistant didn't dare to talk to the boss, didn't know him as well as Liu Zhen, and was only responsible for meals and work assistance.

Li Jun started to be alone, silently listening to the child's live broadcast and watching the child's daily routine of playing snow with Ye Susu through the window.

Sometimes when the child's laughter reached the room, he would get distracted from the work report on his Bluetooth headset and look out of the window to see Ye Susu rolling with the child, big and small, with a small red face, making snow angels on the snow.

The smiles of mother and child, even from a distance of several meters, could be clearly seen in the snow, like scattered treasures, dazzling and bright.

In the meantime, the mother and son's lips are curved.

In the meantime, Lijun can watch the mother and son's thin lips curl up as they have a snowball fight.

The crack of the snow was like a cloud of snow falling on his heart.

The moment the snow melted, the snow water scattered and the heat rolled in.

[008: The president doesn't seem to have a bad temper, just a quiet one.

The president has a melancholy poet's temperament, probably alone here, and can easily think of new business opportunities. Successful people, indeed, behave differently.]

The new assistant is on the company's 'President's Task Force' - the group name of the president's work team.

The company is ranked eighth, so it's called 008 in the new group.

005: Then why did Liu Zhen tell us to do a good job recently and not to mess with the CEO? 008, is your information correct?

012: Is the president not going out? Just in the house, not going anywhere?]

[008: He goes out to sweep the snow. Oh, and he also stares at the snowman piled up by the kids at the door at night.

[004: Huh?]

[007: Maybe the boss is going into the ski business.]

[008: The boss took a lot of pictures of the snowman, and when the little snowman at the entrance melted, he would still show a sad expression at the 'features' of the snowman falling to the ground. Yesterday he asked me if I had ever made a snowman when I was a kid, and if I had ever made one with my dad. Then, without waiting for my answer, he put a piece of cucumber for a snowman's nose in his pocket and turned around to go back to his room.

[????]

[???]

The assistant group has a bunch of question marks.

Liu Zhen went in with the ID of 001, took a look, and then flew out again.

Miserable.

It was miserable.

The days went by so quietly, and a week passed.

There were many others who were equally melancholy.

In front of Meow Meow restaurant, the trio, Zhang Le Yue in a suit, and the teachers of the nearby school ...... regular customers come over from time to time to take a look, and then finally disappointed.

"It's been almost a week, isn't this vacation a bit long for the boss lady?"

"It's only been a week? Why do I feel like it's been a century."

"It's nice to suddenly realize that a barbecue buffet is better than standing at the door now and not being able to get in."

"Where's your backbone? The lady boss isn't here, so you're saying we should barbecue every day? Ahem, good idea ......"

The group sighed.

On the first day, everyone came to the store at different times.

On the fifth day, everyone seemed to have agreed to come at twelve o'clock, as if it was a ritual, and all gathered in front of the store, as if a miracle would happen if there were many people.

But on the seventh day, when the store door was still closed, everyone was disappointed and even a little desperate.

When the people were about to leave, a tall, thin man wearing a construction site helmet and covered in gray spoke up flippantly.

"Zhang Leyue, didn't you add the boss's wife WeChat? Saying that the boss's wife is cute, are you considering chasing her?"

Zhang Leyue's first reaction was to hold her head and step back a meter.

"Brother Nixie, I was just kidding!"

He can't believe it, but he has been a good judge of character, and he has gone to the construction site for a while.

The next thing you know, the gym teacher almost surrounded him, and the trio who usually share the table stared at him.

"Pursuing who?"

"Little Zhang, get cocky!"

"There's microphones, what did you do to the boss's wife?!"

The people were all dissatisfied with Zhang Le Yue.

But when the last sentence was spoken, not only were the people who spoke stunned, but even Zhang Leyue, who was attacked by the group, was stunned.

Li Yin Chen took off his helmet and wiped his bangs without losing his handsomeness, his peach eyes narrowed.

"Sending a tweet to ask her what's going on, and none of you even thought of it?"

After working on the site for another week, Li Yinchen got tired of eating construction site boxed lunches and was ready to try the brotherly food again.

As a result, the door was closed again.

But he hit the nail on the head.

The regulars at Meow Meow Restaurant, that's when they had an epiphany!

In the end, Zhang Leyue is still too young.

He was busy pulling out his cell phone, but before he could feel the joy of sending a message to the boss's wife, there came a bolt from the blue.

I can't keep the store open anymore, so I guess I'll change the owner later, so I wish everyone a good meal and a good drink.

Once this news was received, Zhang Le Yue was not good at all!

Even the trio, the teachers, who were supposed to settle accounts with him, were grief-stricken and could not believe the dismal outcome of this communication.