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The rice was cooked in a small kerosene stove.

He had done it at the door, and the smell of smoke would have killed him if he had been in the house. Even so, Anthea felt uncomfortable. But she endured.

"Come, let's eat!" Fang Shishi called out.

An'an passed by. She looked around and saw a washbasin. There was clear water in it. She washed her hands. He couldn't find the towel