After dinner, the sky gradually darkened and the wind picked up. Xiao Yu and Xiao Ze hurriedly moved the chickens into the cave, and also relocated the stove inside.
To prevent rain from sweeping in, they chopped some bushes and piled them up at the exposed entrance of the cave, also using stones to weigh them down.
As the wind grew stronger, the siblings quickly took shelter in the cave, and soon the patter of rain began falling, followed by flashes of lightning and the rumbling of thunder. Huddled together, they instinctively thought of that stormy night, with Xiao Ze looking at Xiao Yu with a frightened expression.
"Sis, we're really lucky to be alive, it hasn't been easy. The soup tonight was exceptionally tasty, really delicious. I want to eat more and more in the future. Do you think we'll continue to live well?"
