There was a burst of the smell of rice, the old man was cooking something on the stove next to him, and the young man was also squatting on the side of the stove and adding firewood to it.

The dark red tongue of fire in the stove gently licked the firewood, turning into wisps of green smoke and floating, the unique smoke and fire gas of the firewood after burning were gently dispersed, mixed with the fragrance of rice in the thatched house, it was a smell that was not very good, but it made Chen Nan have a sense of peace of mind.

The light of the candle filled the hut with a gentle warm color, and Chen Nan picked up the old man and handed it to him

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