She had seen rural kitchens before and used the traditional stoves there.
"Light the fire."
Old Madam Song pushed Tang Yuxin towards the stove without further ado, rolled up her own sleeves and started cooking.
"Cough..."
Tang Yuxin, coughing, stoked the stove, remaining silent. Whatever old Madam Song commanded, she obeyed: Light the fire, fetch water, don't talk, she did it all.
In the midst of all this uncertainty, she couldn't do anything else. She couldn't run, and she didn't dare to either.
She knew the consequences if she tried to run, she would be beaten.
There was a possibility she wouldn't even make it out of the village, but die here instead.
Old Madam Song, however, seemed satisfied with her docile behavior.
"Mom, I'm hungry. Is the food ready yet?"
Song Dashaa's booming voice filled the room.
He ran directly into the kitchen, lifting the pot with one hand and holding a bowl in the other. Seeing that the meal was not ready yet, his face immediately fell.
