The nights in the countryside are very quiet, and with fewer people around, it feels even more like a secluded paradise.
Summer has passed, and even the animals have become much fewer.
The annoying cicadas and the howls of wild beasts in the mountains are gone.
In the main hall, there's a small square table with five chairs arranged around it.
Cold dishes, hot dishes, and a few soups—this is the result of Lu Hanshuang's two hours of work.
Without the city's gas stove, the countryside's stove still feels so familiar.
Murong Yan, who helped with the fire, sat behind the stove, not only tearing up from the smoke but also almost set the kitchen on fire.
The earth stove is not something most people can handle, let alone Murong Yan, who has never cooked a meal since childhood.
However, the taste of these dishes is unmatchable.
Green and pollution-free, many of them are vegetables that Han Yi'an personally planted without any pesticides.
