Under the window was a kang (a traditional Chinese heated bed), and the bedding on it hadn't been washed in ages. It was lumpy and had a strange smell.,Du Fei's face flushed slightly, his mind racing with countless ways to utilize this spatial anomaly. He gasped for breath, his mouth parched. He hastily grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down in one go.,Du Fei frowned and didn't plan to cook himself. He turned back into the inner room and began rummaging through boxes and drawers.。