Meng Yang rolled up the smaller pieces of firewood with rattan and threw them under the fireplace, then added a little more thicker firewood on top.
Then, Cheng Shaolin threw a fireball into the pile of firewood, and with a whoosh, the fire ignited and quickly set the firewood ablaze.
The temperature around the fireplace rose instantly, and it became much warmer.
"Wow!"
Everyone rushed toward the fireplace and sat around it on the floor.
Li Xiao thoughtfully laid a carpet on the floor, keeping a little distance from the fireplace to prevent it from burning.
"The blankets have been thrown onto the sofa, so now we only need to wear down jackets and it's not too cold by the fire."
"Oh my god, this is freezing cold."
"You bet the temperature has dropped terribly."
I lamented the weather, and also the unpredictability of life.
"I wonder where Zheng Zihao and the others are, and how long until they reach Beijing. Will they run into trouble on the way?"
Zheng Yongnian sat in front of the fireplace, hugging his knees, and murmured as he gazed at the flames inside.
For a moment, everyone was speechless.
The weather changed suddenly, and I don't know if their team outside had prepared in time. Without warm clothing, you can imagine how difficult their situation would have been.
"It should be fine. Even if we don't have enough warm clothes, we can still look around."
Meng Yang said, "I'm afraid that they might fall asleep at night and not feel anything, and be in their dreams..."
The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, but everyone understood the meaning.
However, no one wanted to speculate about that possibility; everyone just hoped they were safe and sound.
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