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.,I grabbed it with my hand, and it actually pierced through. Although it looked yellow and orange, it was nowhere near as fine as the noodles ground to a powder in later times.,Du Fei frowned and didn't plan to cook himself. He turned back into the inner room and began rummaging through boxes and drawers.。