The occasional sound of He Zhilan snapping dry tree branches could be heard from the kitchen, soon followed by the choking smell of burning wood. She sat in front of the stove, bent over, stoking the fire. Only after the fire had really taken, she straightened up to put the rice in the pot. Once she finished all of these tasks, she turned around and was startled to see a silhouette standing in the doorway.
"Brother, when did you get up?" He Zhilan got quite a scare. Though the day was already bright, it was just a bit past five in the morning. However, people in the country are used to rising early. After breakfast, He Zhongguo would go to the fields, it's about time to fertilize the sweet potatoes in the mountain fields. There would be quite a bit of work to do during this period.
"Got up after you did." Upon being noticed by He Zhilan, He Teng didn't try to hide anymore, and took a step into the kitchen to stand in front of her.
