Mu Zichuan said to cook whatever dishes were cooked, Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves and got ready.

Mu Zichuan also rolled up his sleeves and came to sit at the mouth of the stove. When he saw him stretching out his thin, white fingers to grab the firewood behind him, Yang Ruoqing asked him hurriedly: "What are you doing?"

Muzichuan was stunned for a moment and said, "I'll help you stuff the firewood!"

Yang Ruoqing was also stunned for a moment, thinking that she heard wrongly, then she smiled and waved her hands and said: "Oh, no need, no need, not to mention this dish and one soup, even seven or eight dishes, I don't need anyone to help me stuff it."

Firewood, I'll put a pot on the pot and put a pot on it, and we'll have dinner ready in a minute!"

But Mu Zichuan shook his head: "I said, I must personally participate in every dish, soup, rice and porridge, so that every spoonful of food my mother eats will be mine.

labor."

Yang Ruoqing was actually silenced. He had already said this, and it would not be good to stop him from fulfilling his filial piety.

After Mu Zichuan said this, he rolled up his sleeves again, stretched out a pair of slender white hands, grabbed a large handful of pine hair, and placed it at the mouth of the stove.

Then he took the fire stick and squatted at the mouth of the stove to light a fire.

After lighting it several times without lighting it, Yang Ruoqing came over and said, "I'll do it."

"No, I want to do it myself." He said.

"I keep saying that I want to serve my mother personally, but I can't even light a single fire. How can I cook?"

He muttered to himself with a serious look on his face, as if he was talking to Yang Ruoqing, but also to himself.

Yang Ruoqing asked: "Then where did the porridge you ate in the morning come from?"

Muzichuan said: "The aunt next door sent it here."

oh……

Yang Ruoqing understood.

Seeing that he was still there, from her perspective, what she saw was his handsome side face, full of persistence, stubbornness, deep persistence, and a cornered persistence.

Yang Ruoqing smiled helplessly, turned around and went to wash rice and pick up vegetables, leaving him alone to toss in the stove.

The rice has been washed and put into the pot, and the vegetables have been cut on the chopping board. Now everything is ready, just waiting for someone to light the fire in the stove and start cooking.

But……

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mu Zichuan from the corner of her eye, and found that his forehead was covered with hot sweat and the fire was burning on his forehead. However, the fire stick in his hand was tepid and still failed to light in front of him.

of pine hair.

"Why is this happening? Apart from studying and writing a few broken words, am I really an idiot if I do other things?"

He must have noticed that Yang Ruoqing was peeking, and said a little angrily to attack himself.

"Today I don't believe in this evil anymore. I can be a parent and an official for a common people, but I can't control a fire stick or ignite a fire!"

He lit up the fire as he spoke, and large beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear it anymore and said again: "Why don't you go wipe the sweat first and come back?"

He shook his head and did not answer her.

Finally, there was a slight sound of "hiss~" in his hand, and then a ray of fire jumped out from the fire folder.

"Haha, it's lit. I finally lit it. I'm going to say Kung Fu... Oops!"

Hard work pays off?

Unfortunately, before he could say the next few words, the fire burned his fingers, causing him to groan in pain and subconsciously dropped the fire seal in his hand.

The fire stick fell at his feet, and he squatted at the mouth of the stove. At his feet were scattered pine hairs and some dead thatch branches that were easily ignited.

This firewood was brought over by Yang Huazhong on a wooden cart early in the morning, specifically for fuel for Lao Mu's family.

It has been dried out in the sun and has already reached the ignition point. It only takes a wisp of flame to start a prairie fire.

Suddenly, fire started burning under his feet and spread with great speed.

There was even some fire burning on the corners of his robe, and the tongues of fire danced, as if a goblin from hell was twisting its waist, singing and dancing.

Mu Zichuan had never seen such a scene before. In addition to exclaiming, he stood up, jumped vigorously, and patted the burning parts of his body with his hands and sleeves...

"puff!"

A bucket of water was thrown in his face, and his eyes, mouth, nose, ears, and neck were all filled with water.

He couldn't open his eyes and stood there coughing.

"Come here quickly!"

Yang Ruoqing's voice came, and she immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him over.

"Stand here and don't move!" Yang Ruoqing's instructions came to his ears again.

Immediately, he heard her footsteps and the sound of the barrel colliding with the mouth of the water tank. Then, the footsteps passed in front of him again, and water splashed towards the mouth of the stove...

When he finally rubbed the water out of his eyes and was finally able to open his eyes to see things, the mouth of the stove was in a mess and the ground was covered with water.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, was holding an empty wooden bucket in her hand, standing on the edge panting heavily, with sweat on her head.

The commotion here alarmed the women who were doing household chores in the west room. Da Sun and Wang Cuilian rushed into the kitchen first and were shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

Behind them, Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun also helped Mrs. Zichuan, who was worried and had to come and see for herself, into the kitchen.

When the women saw the scene in front of them, Mu Zichuan's appearance, and Yang Ruoqing's movements, they all immediately guessed what happened.

Zichuan Niang moved anxiously to Mu Zichuan. Looking at Mu Zichuan who looked like a drowned rat, the woman said anxiously: "Zichuan, how are you? But where are you burned?"

She subconsciously wanted to pull Mu Zichuan's hand, but Mu Zichuan took a breath of cold air and her hand trembled.

Zichuan Niang lowered her head and saw a large red patch on the back of Mu Zichuan's right hand.

The woman's tears immediately fell and she stamped her feet anxiously: "Oh my God, the meat is burned. How can we fix it? How can we fix it?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just put some rat oil on it. I have it at home, I'll get it right away!" Mrs. Sun said quickly.

Just as Zichuan Niang was about to nod, Mu Zichuan, who had just come to her senses, called out to the eldest Sun.

"Auntie, I'd like to ask, what kind of oil is rat oil?" he asked.

Da Sun paused, turned to Mu Zichuan and said with a smile: "Soak a litter of newly born little mice that haven't even had time to open their eyes in lettuce seed oil, then seal the jar, and treat it like a snake

Leave it there as if soaking in wine."

"If you have a burn, scoop some out and apply it on the wound. It always works!" she said.

Sun and Wang Cuilian both smiled and nodded. The oil made from earthworm seeds was indeed very effective.

However, Mu Zichuan's face showed a look of embarrassment.
Chapter completed!