The fire in the stove is burning brightly.
Yi Guan tightened his cotton-padded clothes and used iron pliers to pry the coal to make it burn more intensely. He reached into the bag beside him and took out an orange and put it on the stove. He moved his hand again and put another one. He looked at the fire silently. Due to the high temperature, the orange peel began to dehydrate and became a little charred, giving off a wonderful fragrance. Yi Guan took an orange and shook his hands to dispel the heat. Then when it was peeled off, a burst of white gas immediately spread into the air.
He slowly pulled off the white part of the orange. With a slight tearing sound, he slowly stuffed a piece of orange flesh into his mouth and chewed it carefully. The warm orange slowly slides into the stomach pouch along the esophagus. Yiguan vaguely remembered who said that eating grilled oranges in winter could prevent colds, or something. His memory began to deteriorate and he could no longer remember clearly. After slowly finishing one orange, he reached out and took down the over-cooked orange and finished it. Yi Guan waited until his body was completely warm before he stood up and patted the fallen debris on his body. He walked to the wall, picked up the umbrella, straightened his collar, opened the door, and walked into the wind and snow.