But the sky was still dark, and the terrible dream had to go on.
Tang Yaxuan didn't see the dozen or so people gathered around the fire pit eating. She would rather freeze to death than join that filthy, stinking crowd.
Of course, Liu Fengying wasn't about to let her freeze or starve. After whispering a few words to Mo Guoqiang, he went to the pigsty, took out the old enamel basin they used to feed the piglets, and scrubbed it clean. He then used an iron shovel to fill the basin with embers from the stove and carried it over to Tang Yaxuan, who was sitting in the main hall, so she could warm herself. Meanwhile, Liu Fengying found the prettiest, most intact white porcelain bowl in the house. She washed it, scalded it with boiling water, and filled it with food, which she then brought to Tang Yaxuan. She assured her that this was the very first serving, and that it was clean, so she could eat without worry.
