Actually, you can buy firewood... and some families have already started using coal or gas.
Beside him, Gu Qingyi had already skillfully opened the small room behind the kitchen, took out some dried pickles, and even brought out the rice bag.
Chen Yan glanced and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "You sure are familiar with where my stuff is kept."
"Yes, last time when I came here alone, I even cooked a meal. These pickles are quite tasty," Gu Qingyi replied earnestly.
Gu Qingyi washed the pot, and Lu Sisi rolled up her sleeves to help wash the dishes.
Not long after, Chen Yan saw Lu Sisi running back with a stack of dishes and chopsticks, her small hands red from the cold, and a look of guilt on her face: "Sorry Chen Yan, I accidentally broke a bowl."
Chen Yan frowned, took the dishes and chopsticks from her, then helped the girl roll down her sleeves and held her frozen hands, sighing: "We don't have hot water in the faucet here, must have been cold."
