Inside the shelter, December, who had eaten and drunk to his fill, was lying on the warm wolfskin bed, sleeping soundly.
His small chest rose and fell with deep breaths, like a little white angel untroubled by worries.
The remaining rabbit soup in the iron pot was still simmering on the hearth, exuding a rich and warm aroma, and the fire in the fireplace crackled reassuringly.
Lin Yu'an had just enjoyed a sumptuous lunch. The energy from the rabbit meat and hot soup filled his fatigued body with renewed strength.
He picked up the electronic recorder, not immediately diving into new work but setting an alarm for three hours later.
"The cold smoking room has now entered a very stable operational state." He explained to the camera, his voice calm and steady.
"The charcoal in the furnace can smolder for a long time in the oxygen-deficient environment, and the temperature of the flue and smoking room has reached a dynamic balance."
