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The wind was blowing quietly, and winter mornings were always shrouded in a layer of white mist. The air was fresh and dry.

In the kitchen.

Momo, in her flowered apron, rolled a big spoon back and forth in the boiling earthenware pot. It was red bean porridge, and the red porridge bubbled and bubbled.

"Mommy, Tingting is wearing her own clothes today