Chapter 35 pt1 (2/2)

“I’ll go boil water.”

In the past, it was always Zhao’er who brought him boiled water to wash his feet. This time, he wanted to boil water for her.

“You can start the fire?” she teased without being contemptuous, a smile bending the corners of her lips.

“Of course I can!” As he said this, he moodily headed out the door. Zhao’er couldn’t even hold him back.

The two went to the kitchen, and Zhao’er was still saying: “Look at you, why are you so obstinate? Isn’t it just boiling water? And you still want to fight over this.”

The fire stove was still hot, and there were still sparks in it. Xue TingRang crouched in front of the stove and filled it with firewood.

He stuffed his head in and filled the stove with firewood. It was too late when Zhao’er tried to stop him. A black smoke came out from the stove.

The fire had not started, but there was quite a lot of smoke.

He himself choked from the smoke and coughed twice. Zhao’er pinched her nose and fanned the air.

“It’s not possible to start the fire your way. I’m telling you, in this case, use a fire tong to stir up a fire. Put in less fine wood to keep the fire burning and then put in coarse wood.”

Zhao’er said this as she picked up the fireplace tongs and took out all the firewood in the stove. Then she threw some fine firewood in and pounded it with the tongs a few times. A small flame sprang up inside and soon turned into a big fire. She then put in the coarse wood that she had just picked out of the stove.

Xue TingRang was a little embarrassed. It turned out that when Zhao’er said he couldn’t burn a fire, it was true. He really doesn’t know how to burn a fire. Just starting a fire, he can choke people like this.

He cleared his throat and said, “I will know how to do it next time.”

Zhao’er’s eyes curved as she nodded: “You’re smart. You can learn everything very quickly.”

He couldn’t help turning his head to look at her. The fire in the stove turned her face red and flushed, like she had applied rouge on her face. She looked dainty and delicious.

But Zhao’er is actually one who dislikes applying cream the most. In that dream, even when he had money, she never used cosmetics. After she died, there seemed to be no woman he had ever seen who didn’t put on powder. The white powder was mixed with red and gorgeous rouge, making the wearer seem to be wearing a mask, her face a blur.

He couldn’t help but inch forward, and then shift forward some more. He didn’t want to do anything, just subconsciously moved there.

She turned her head abruptly and almost hit his nose. First, she was taken aback, and then she broke into laughter.