Where Are the Candles?

She wondered how strong Jiang Danhe was.

Xiaoguo squatted beside the door and silently scrutinized the damaged portion which was shaped like a footprint. "How strong must one be to break down a wooden door…?"

She tried to lift it up and put it back, but it was a waste of her efforts. The door frame was already crooked. It was no use even if she managed to put the door back. She could only arrange to buy a new door.

She went back to the kitchen to wash her hands and get ready to cook. It didn't matter if they ate early or late. After dinner, they would be going to bed anyway. There was nothing else to do.

First, she made the millet porridge and heated up the pork buns that she had made.