Bai Feng brought over a few logs, then looked curiously at Si Yan.
Si Yan produced a lighter from seemingly nowhere and calmly ignited the firewood.
As the firewood caught fire, Bai Feng watched the flames with even more enthusiasm.
Si Yan found a small red crock in Bai Feng's house. After washing the rice, she poured in water, placed the crock over the firewood, and covered it with a lid.
Staring at the bubbling lid of the clay crock, it wasn't long before the fragrance of white rice emerged.
Si Yan's stomach rumbled as well.
Bai Feng curiously watched the steaming rice, then turned his gaze to Si Yan.
While watching the rice, Si Yan asked, "Do you also eat your meat raw?"
Bai Feng nodded. "I'll go get some meat."
Si Yan stopped him, her gaze fixed cherishably on the rice that was about to be ready. "No need."
In the chaotic apocalypse, not everyone had the luxury of growing food, nor the privilege to eat rice.
