"It's really delicious," Wen Qingyu said after tasting, unable to stop singing its praises.
The two of them quickly wrapped everything up and stored it away.
Having just finished eating and drinking, Su Zhiruan thought about relaxing for a while.
The temperature on the indoor thermometer hanging on the wall had risen a bit, now only at negative 30°C.
Perhaps it was because the snow had fallen so heavily that the thick snow enveloped the house, actually insulating it much like an Arctic ice house.
Su Zhiruan went upstairs to get a shovel and two hammers.
"Let's see if we can get the door open," Su Zhiruan handed one of the hammers to Wen Qingyu, "With the snow so heavy, let's try to create a small space at the door."
No sooner said than done, initially, the doors and windows were frozen shut. They started with hot water, laboriously beginning from the weakest edge, and after a long time, the door finally "crackled" twice, showing signs of breaking open.
