For once, it wasn't the noise that woke Fu Ying the next day. When she opened her eyes, she had no idea what time it was, and Mom Fu was not by her side.
She went straight to the outer room. The stove looked just as it had when she went to bed last night—the lid was still on, and the kettle sitting on top was keeping water warm.
Fu Ying brushed her teeth first, then tried to tend the fire.
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