By the time Lu Yuanfeng finished building the stove, it was already nearing dusk.
He had worked through the afternoon, but fortunately, the stove he built for Shuangshuang's house was quite impressive. The clay bricks were stacked perfectly with no protrusions on the exterior, and the surface of the stove was as smooth as if it had been sliced with a knife.
However, since the stove had just been built and the clay hadn't dried yet, it couldn't be used immediately. It would take a couple of days for the clay to dry and the stove to become solid.
Even when it was heated with a big flame, there would be no issues.
By this time, Mu Shuangshuang had already prepared dinner, and Yu Si Niang had just returned home—everything was timely, neither more nor less.
Just like Lu Yuanfeng's mood, neither excessive nor lacking.
In this warm and simple environment, with the aroma of food filling the air, Lu Yuanfeng found himself not wanting to leave for a moment.
