Jiang Cheng had a bowl of steaming hot noodle soup, and felt warm all over.
"Alright, finish eating and go to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow!"
"It's so late already!"
Grandma Shen started urging.
It was indeed very late.
Jiang Cheng agreed with a smile, chatted a bit with a few people, and then went back to the place next door with her bag.
As soon as she opened the door next door, the heat hit her face.
The stove was already set up.
Above the stove was a chimney pipe as thick as a thigh, extending to the window.
A hole had been opened in the window, and the pipe extended out, with its edges sealed with yellow clay.
It wasn't pretty, but it was very warm.
In the corner, there was a basin of water to add humidity to the room, otherwise with both the stove and the bed heated, it would be too dry inside.
Jiang Cheng put down her bag, quickly washed her face, brushed her teeth, and then comfortably threw herself onto the bed.
