The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.,The one who boils water, the one who cooks, adults, children making a fuss, all chaotic.,Silly Zhu, Xu Damao, the three masters of the front, middle, and back courtyards, and that scoundrel Jia Zhangshi.。