Yanyan quickly returned to Qin Yan's side.
Seeing the smile on Yanyan's face, Qin Yan couldn't help but smile as well and asked in a gentle tone,
"Did something happy happen? You seem so cheerful."
"Hehe," Yanyan laughed, showing her teeth, "Yes, we've made a fire—we just succeeded in starting it!"
"Really! That is indeed something to be happy about. You two are amazing. But I'm washing quite slowly; these oil stains in the bucket are so hard to remove. I've been at it for ages and have only cleaned one."
"This bucket here?"
"Yes, that's the one I've already cleaned. Can you check if it's okay?"
Yanyan picked up the plastic bucket and inspected it carefully before saying,
"It's very clean now, Sister Yan. It was originally used for cooking oil, so a tiny bit of residue shouldn't matter. Besides, now that we have fire, we can boil water before drinking it. Come on, let's wash together."
After speaking, Yanyan fetched a plastic bucket that had not yet been cleaned.
