Chen Wenjun sat up with a start, a little dazed. He got out of bed in a haze, put on slippers, and opened the bamboo curtain, instantly awakened by the sky outside, "Whoa! What time is it now?"
"Only two o'clock." Lin Qin walked up behind Chen Wenjun, her face a bit heavy, "With such a strong wind, do you think our home will be affected?"
Chen Wenjun immediately turned around and held her in his arms, "Don't worry, our house is built with reinforced concrete, the foundation is so high, how could it be affected?"
Lin Qin thought it over carefully, and it really made sense, so she felt at ease.
It's just that cooking at their place was quite troublesome; they had to move the dry firewood inside to use the stove that Lin Yi was reluctant to mess up.
Lin Qin was quite open-minded and reassured, "Dad! The kitchen is tiled, it's only for a couple of days, it doesn't matter."
