From far away, they could see the towering and perilous peaks surrounded by lush grass and trees. The mudslides had left a magnificent scar upon the landscape, a stark reminder of the danger this mountain village had faced that morning.
The winding path on the mountainside looked dangerous, but it was merely a visual illusion; it was perfectly manageable once they started walking on it.
A big yellow dog happily ran over.
"Big Yellow!"
"WOOF WOOF!"
Big Yellow whimpered affectionately, then trotted a few steps ahead before turning back to look at them.
Zhou Li followed.
When they arrived at Zheng Zhilan's small courtyard, dusk was just settling. Zhou Li noticed a new stove in the center of the paved yard, with firewood piled beside it.
It was an earthen stove, built from brick and cement.
On the stovetop, many raw meats and vegetables were laid out, along with some cooked dishes like crispy fried pork, dressed cold dishes, and braised items.
"Are we having hot pot?"
