Li Zhifang and Wang Baozhu woke up early. Wang Baozhu looked out of the window and saw snowflakes still fluttering outside, with a thick layer of snow on the ground, which made her somewhat unwilling to move.
She kicked Li Zhifang: "I'm hungry, go get something to eat."
Li Zhifang was also reluctant to move, and even less willing to leave the warmth of the bed.
"How about we wait a bit longer?"
After waiting a while, Wang Baozhu was starving and kept urging, so Li Zhifang put on his clothes and got out of bed.
As soon as he got up, Li Zhifang felt a chill.
They hadn't added any firewood last night, and now the room was indeed a bit cold.
He fetched some firewood to light the stove outside, and heated up some leftovers from last night's dinner to bring to Wang Baozhu.
The two of them made do with that meal.
