The downpour lasted for over half an hour before coming to an end, and with each autumn rain, a noticeable chill set in—the air grew distinctly colder once the rain had stopped.
Zhulan felt cold even under her blankets, but thankfully their home had a special shed for firewood and thatch, so not everything got soaked when it leaked. Unable to bear the cold any longer, she sat up. "I'm going to stoke the kang bed-stove and also simmer the medicinal soup."
Zhou Shuren wanted to offer his help but had to maintain his persona. "You have worked hard."
Zhulan smiled. "Actually, it's quite interesting. When I first arrived, I didn't even know how to start a fire, but now I'm pretty good at it after fumbling and recalling memories."
