Since the big ones are hard to overcome, let's start with the small ones. When she reminded Shen Suisui that she could also take off her clothes and get into bed to warm up, the child clutched her clothes tightly.

She was afraid that if she took it off, the woman would throw a tantrum and kick them all out. It was so cold outside; they'd freeze to death if left in the snow. Her coat was a bit torn, but at least it would keep out the cold wind.

Seeing this, Jiang Yu didn't say much. She simply picked up a candle from the table and groped her way to the outer room.

"Sui Sui, if you're cold, find a blanket to cover yourself. Mommy won't take care of you anymore."

She explained everything clearly, then held up a candle and walked to the stove.

There was firewood and a fire, and all the equipment was ready. Thankfully, the original owner wasn't so reckless as to throw all of this away. Relying on her memories, she arrived at a cabinet.

The furniture in the room was very old and worn. Afraid that it would fall apart if she used too much force, she carefully opened the cabinet door.

It must be said that although the original owner didn't do any housework, at least everything was complete: pots and pans, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. In a bag in the corner, there was also a bag of fine flour.

Keep in mind that this was the 1980s, and even if you had money, you could hardly buy this kind of flour.

Jiang Yu washed her hands and started kneading the dough.

While the dough was resting, she went to the backyard and picked two scallions. It was so cold outside that Jiang Yu couldn't help but pull her coat tighter and rush back inside as quickly as possible.

The next step is to start a fire.

In the 21st century, matches are rarely used to start fires, but Jiang Yu enjoys watching survival shows and has learned a lot from them.

Immediately putting her newfound knowledge to use, she dripped a few drops of wax from the candle onto the match and lit it. A wisp of smoke drifted by, making her cough.

Jiang Yu's eyes welled up with tears from the smoke, so she could only fan the smoke in front of her and exhale deeply. Inside the house, the two children seemed to be talking about something, but they were speaking very softly so she wouldn't hear them.

"Is she planning to set us on fire and burn us to death?"

Shen Suisui knew that her mother had never done any housework, and even sending the two of them to buy things was a hassle. The fact that she was now asking them to come inside and sit on the kang (a heated brick bed), and then fiddling around in the outer room, was extremely suspicious.

Shen Niannian didn't say anything. He clutched his rumbling stomach, looking pitiful.

"Sister, I'm hungry."

Jiang Yu heard everything clearly and began to change her strategy. She dug a hole in the pile of firewood. With oxygen, the fire quickly blazed up.

Then, he laid the cutting board on the plastic bag on the ground, took out the dough from the bowl and started kneading it, added oil, salt, and chopped green onions, and made pancakes.

Once the firewood is heated to the desired temperature, pour lard into the pan, put the flatbread in, and flip it over.

Soon the pancakes were cooked. The aroma filled the entire room.

The aroma made Shen Niannian even hungrier. He smacked his lips and couldn't help but speak:

"It smells so good!"

Shen Sui Sui was also hungry, but she knew that whenever there was something good to eat at home, her mother would give it to that man, and there was no share for them.

Making this meal must be another attempt by her mother to please him. Shen Suisui grew increasingly sad; she really missed her father.