Lin Qiao glanced at the little boy's face, then exited her space. She went to the woods beside the farm to collect a lot of dried wood, then went back in. After that, she thought for a moment, then picked a few pieces of rocks and built a small stove on a clearing by the lake with them.
She didn't have many things in her space by now, but had everything she needed at the moment, such as pots. Xie Dong broke a pot earlier on, but she had more of them.
She had also collected many useful things from the flat where the little boy was found, and the store not far away from there.
Lin Qiao glanced at all the melons that she had piled on the grass, then wrote on the paper—'I'll make him some snake soup.'
Junjun paused briefly, then looked at Lin Qiao with hesitation. Lin Qiao read her mind and learned what she was thinking.
