Lin Anning first returned to Zhang Fenglan's house while Huo Shen borrowed some tools and items from the brigade office.
He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and squatted outside to start repairing the wooden barrel.
The wooden planks were sanded down smoothly, pieced together, tightly bound with iron wire, and then brushed inside and out with a layer of tung oil to dry.
Before her eyes, miscellaneous items gradually took shape under his powerful hands.
Lin Anning couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment, then seemed to think of something.
"You haven't had lunch yet, have you? Do you want some dumplings?"
"Yes!"
Huo Shen answered without pausing, continuing to smooth the edges of the barrel.
Lin Anning cooked the dumplings, put them in a bowl, and when she brought them over, she saw his hands were full.
She simply squatted down, picked up a dumpling, blew on it, and held it to his mouth.
"Eat!"
