"The little girl picking mushrooms, with a big bamboo basket on her back. Barefoot in the early morning, she roams the woods and hills..." Evelyn Ford hummed a song as she started to cook.
Days spent entertaining herself weren't so bad. She didn't feel lonely at all—just incredibly free and at ease.
"Whew, time for a taste... Ouch, so hot!" Evelyn Ford quickly gulped down some cold water to soothe her burning tongue. 'Goes to show, haste makes waste,' she thought.
"Delicious! Absolutely incredible! Chef Ford has mastered another signature dish. I'm on another level!"
The taste was pretty good. Satisfied with her culinary skills, Evelyn Ford carried the pot over to the fireplace. She wanted to continue watching the show from yesterday.
"I wonder how much longer this snow will last. I'll check the temperature."
Evelyn Ford took out a thermometer and went outside to take a reading. She saw the red line had stopped at negative eight degrees.
