So the two of them, one rummaging through the warehouse, the other tinkling away in the courtyard, were quite in sync. Shen Yunfang's stomach only started to growl when darkness had fully set in, signaling to her that the day had gotten late.
She stood up, stretched her stiff back from sitting for several hours, and paced around until she felt better. Then she stepped out of the warehouse and saw Li Hongjun not wearing a padded jacket, just a thin layer of prison clothes, planing wood in the courtyard.
By his side was a pile of planks of various lengths, but not one complete wooden box.
"Aren't you cold in that? Why not go in and put on a padded jacket," Shen Yunfang said, feeling cold for him.
"No need, I'm not cold," Li Hongjun's nose was sweaty from the effort.
"Hmm, you must be hungry. Why not take a break? I'll go and cook," Shen Yunfang said, somewhat awkwardly.
