Lin Yu'an conducted a final check on the enclosed stove constructed with soapstone slabs, ensuring the connection between the firebox and the flue was perfectly sealed.
Everything was ready, just waiting for the weather to improve slightly tomorrow to begin the first official cold smoking operation.
In the evening of the polar region, under the cover of a blizzard, there was no trace of any natural light source.
The sky and the earth were completely merged by a violent white vortex, creating a kind of darkness where you could hardly see your hand in front of your face.
Only the high-intensity headlamp Lin Yu'an was reluctant to use cast a bright beam of light from his forehead, piercing this boundless snowstorm.
The wind had increased by at least one level compared to when he first came out in the afternoon. Snowflakes swept madly at almost a horizontal angle, hitting his windbreaker with a dense crackling sound.
