Qin Yuanyuan placed the washed iron wok on the stove, then went to gather some dry twigs and leaves.
She ignited the branches and watched the flames gradually rise, feeling an incomparable warmth in her heart.
Next, she rummaged through her interspatial space and found some plain white bowls, chopsticks, and plates, along with a compact, old-fashioned coal stove.
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