Housekeeper

On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, it snowed heavily. The red plum trees were covered with snow and the branches were covered with red plum trees. The young master came back, smelling of wind, snow and alcohol. "Uncle Zhou." He called me. "Yeah." "Where are the people?" "In the nanny's room." The young master stopped talking, his face turned cold, he walked towards the nanny's room, shook off the snow from his body, and it melted all over the floor. Concept: The longer some things are left out, the faster they will rot. This is true for the food sold in the store, the same is true for the flowers in the yard, and the same is true for feelings.