The wood crackled with a "crackling" sound under the rising flames.
According to Wei Yang's introduction, this stove room originally used liquefied gas, but shortly after the end of the world broke out, the gas tank was exhausted.
Having nowhere to replenish, Lin Junfu had no choice but to order people to use the leftover construction bricks from the factory to build a makeshift stove. Although this stove didn't look very nice, it was more than enough for boiling water and cooking meals.
Wei Yang diligently fanned with a paper board, and seeing this, Tang Xiaoquan naturally couldn't just stand there stupidly. He quickly showcased his gentleman's manners, took over the paper board, and crouched down to fan like an imitation.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Starting a fire on the stove was far more complicated than imagined. The stifling heat and the thick smoke choking his eyes and nose quickly tormented Tang Xiaoquan as he struggled with the rising flames.
