Lu Mingfei looked at the water boiling in the iron pot and took the opportunity to sterilize the two broken bowls on the ground.
"An An, I'll get a bit more clean water, don't be afraid."
"Okay..."
Now the sky had darkened, and in the mountain cave, they could only rely on the light from the fire.
An An, afraid the firewood wouldn't last, didn't dare to burn it too fiercely.
The thunder outside grew louder. It was raining, and even if there was firewood outside, it would be too wet to burn.
Soon, with a crash, the heavy rain finally couldn't hold back and fell.
An An saw Lu Mingfei come in, his hair soaked, "Are you alright? Come over and dry off."
"I'm fine, I'm sturdy."
Lu Mingfei was handling the isatis root, "An An, do you want me to save a piece for you?"
"No need, just put the whole thing in the pot and simmer it over a small flame, let the flavor come out slowly."
She thought, once the soup was done, Lu Mingfei could also drink some to prevent catching a cold.
