Looking at the honeycomb briquettes, An Lan couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "How do you even know how to make honeycomb briquettes?!"

Lu Fan's lips curled up, and he smiled like a cat that had just stolen some fish: "My family has three generations of glorious ancestors. My grandfather used to be a great coal miner."

The live stream chat instantly became lively.

"Haha, my family has three generations of glory. My grandfather was a textile factory worker."

"Haha, my family is not only glorious in the past, but also in my generation. We are truly proletarians, we have nothing."

"Sigh, was my great-grandfather the only one who went to jail during those years?"

"What crime?"

"altogether."

“6”

The next morning, the warm sunlight, like a golden veil, gently filtered through the gaps in the shelter and softly fell on Lu Fan and An Lan's faces.

An Lan was the first to wake up slowly. She stretched and walked sleepily toward the corner where the yogurt was stored.

"Wow, Lu Fan, come and see!" An Lan's excited voice instantly broke the morning's tranquility.

Lu Fan sat up groggily in bed, his hair a messy bird's nest, and mumbled sleepily, "What's wrong? An earthquake?"

"Look at our yogurt, it's fermented!" Anlan pointed excitedly at the earthenware jar, her eyes sparkling like stars.

Lu Fan snapped out of his daze and jumped off the bed like a nimble monkey, rushing over to him: "Really! Quick, let me try it."

As he spoke, he eagerly picked up a spoon and scooped out a large mouthful.

The yogurt was smooth and silky, and its sweet and sour flavor spread joyfully on his tongue. His eyes lit up, and he mumbled, "This taste is amazing! I could open a dessert shop with this!"

An Lan smiled and took a bite, then turned around and started busying herself in the kitchen.

A moment later, she brought out a plate of brightly colored fruit salad. Each piece of fruit was coated in thick yogurt, emitting an enticing aroma, as if beckoning them to taste it.

"Come on, try my fruit yogurt salad. I guarantee you won't be able to stop eating it!" Anlan said confidently.

The two sat at the dining table, enjoying their delicious breakfast while chatting and laughing.

The sunlight shone on them, creating a warm and beautiful scene, as if time had stood still at this moment.

After dinner, An Lan looked at Lu Fan's full beard and couldn't help but tease him, "Your beard is growing so wildly, you look like a caveman. I'll shave it for you today, otherwise I won't recognize you anymore."

Lu Fan stroked his beard and chuckled, "Sure, I was just thinking about how prickly this beard is. It feels like there are little brushes brushing against my face every day."

An Lan brought over a razor and hot water, had Lu Fan sit in a chair, and then skillfully applied foam to him.

She held the razor and moved it carefully across Lu Fan's face, as if sculpting an incomparably precious work of art.

Lu Fan kept his eyes tightly closed, muttering, "Be gentle, my handsome face depends entirely on your mercy. If you leave a scar, I won't be able to keep up my idol image."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll protect your handsomeness," An Lan replied with a smile.

Just then, An Lan accidentally touched Lu Fan's chin with her razor. He hissed and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "What's wrong? Are you bleeding? My beautiful face!"

"Don't move! If you move again, you'll really cut yourself, and don't blame me then," An Lan said, feigning anger.

After finally finishing shaving, Lu Fan looked at the basin of water and his eyes lit up: "Wow, how come I'm still so handsome? I'm practically a wild version of Leonardo DiCaprio! This look is amazing!"

An Lan burst into laughter at his words: "You're such a smooth talker, but you do look much more energetic after shaving."

After shaving, Lu Fan looked at the filthy Big Black dog and suddenly had an idea: "You know, they haven't had a bath in a long time, why don't we give them a bath today? Let them feel refreshed."

An Lan nodded in agreement: "Sure, it's a good opportunity to clean them up properly. They've been so dirty lately, they're practically covered in mud."

So the two of them took their buckets and soapberries and went to a wider pool.

Big Horn and Big Black seemed to know they were going to get a bath, and excitedly ran around by the water, occasionally letting out a cheerful cry.

Anlan first led Dajiao into the water, and Dajiao stood obediently in the water, letting Anlan pour water on it with a bucket.

It wags its tail every now and then, as if to say, "This feels so good, have more."

Lu Fan then took a clump of dry grass and carefully brushed the fur off Big Horn's body.

They searched every corner, muttering, "This is so dark and filthy, what mischief have you been up to?"

Big Horn flicked its tail, as if in response to his words: "Think about who helped you haul the coal. This is a mark of my hard work."

After giving Big Horn a bath, I gave Lightning and Sheep a bath too.

Big Black waited expectantly by their side, occasionally sniffing them and urging them on.

"Big Black, come here." Lu Fan rubbed his aching back.

As soon as it heard its name called, Dahei excitedly jumped into the water, splashing a large spray of water that soaked Lu Fan and An Lan.

"You stupid dog, can't you just behave? Now we're all soaked to the bone," Lu Fan said with a laugh.

Big Black swam happily in the water like a naughty child, splashing around with its paws from time to time, having a great time.

After finally catching Big Black, Lu Fan and An Lan began to give it a bath.

While enjoying his bath, Dahei would occasionally shake his body, splashing water everywhere, as if playing a water-splashing game with them.

After their bath, the animals looked brand new, their fur fluffy and soft, exuding a fresh scent.

They ran happily on the grass, as if celebrating their "new life," chasing each other and making quite a scene.

Looking at their cheerful appearance, Lu Fan suddenly recalled the experience of his thighs being chafed painfully during his previous horseback riding.

He frowned and said to Anlan, "I need to make a saddle. Every time I ride a horse, it rubs my thighs so badly. This won't do. If this continues, my thighs will start to protest."

An Lan expressed her support: "Sure, if you can do it, riding a horse will be much more comfortable from now on, and you won't have to suffer from your thighs anymore."

Lu Fan began searching for suitable materials.

He found some thick leather, as well as some wood and rope.

He first made the frame of the saddle out of wood, and then carefully fixed the leather onto the frame.

While doing it, he kept muttering, "This is my lifeline. I can't mess it up, or my horseback riding ambitions will be ruined."

We encountered many difficulties during the production process.

For example, the leather is never cut properly, and the rope is never tied tightly.

But Lu Fan didn't give up. He kept adjusting and improving, muttering to himself, "I don't believe I can't handle you. Watch how I turn you into the perfect saddle."