The sky grew darker and darker, yet no one had returned home.
Yuan Bao understood that she had to do something.
She quickly crawled out from under the quilt, got off the kang bed-stove, and dashed to the kitchen.
Lighting a fire wasn't difficult.
The hard part was adding water to the pot.
Given her height, this was indeed a bit challenging for her.
But no matter how difficult it was, she had to overcome all obstacles and warm up the kang.
If she didn't, when night fell and the temperature dropped, her small frame might not withstand it.
At this moment, Yuan Bao was no longer thinking about her family, whose whereabouts were unknown; she had to solve her heating problem first.
Well, and heat up some food for herself in the process.
There was still leftover rice, and besides that, there was fish soup.
Fish soup with rice could fill her belly, and it should be nutritious enough.
