Killing chickens, slaughtering fish, plucking feathers, scaling.
In the kitchen, there are two pots on the stove, emanating a faint aroma from the hot oil in the back pot. From the cracks of the front pot's cover, warm white smoke is billowing, the entire kitchen is in a hot and bustling state.
Two little chubby dogs wag their bodies at the entrance of the kitchen, constantly glancing inside, daring not to enter. It was obvious that they were being overly cautious due to previous scoldings, shaking their tails pitifully at the doorway and sweeping the snow clean.
"Xu Xiaoyan, do you really know how to make a fire or not? Can't you stop poking everywhere? The house is full of smoke, just sit down quietly!" Yan Xiaofei cried out irritably.
"Isn't this me helping you? I also made fires often when I was a kid, don't you think I can't do it!" Xu Xiaoyan sat bored on a small stool next to the stove, waving a fire tong that had been heated until it turned red.
