Bang!

Silver light flashed, and the long-handled axe, with an unyielding momentum, instantly split the logs in front of him into two sections.

The clean and neat technique is impeccable in terms of ornamentality and practicality, but the face of the male god Xiao Qi Ge is like an over-long bitter gourd - extremely bitter.

After picking up the half-circular wooden block and erecting it on the pier, Zhao Yongqi sighed and looked back at the director team not far away. He shook his silver-gray down jacket with resentment on his face: "Have you seen anyone wearing a down jacket that was just launched this winter and worth 58,000 yuan. He is just going to come here to show off his silly forks that are coming to carry an axe and split the material? Have you never seen it? Well, I can show it off next time I go out. There is one such stupid one here!"

"Hahaha..." A burst of laughter broke out in the director's seat, which made the male god who had successfully "pretending to be" even more bitter.

Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...

"It should be almost the same, right?" Zhao Yongqi looked at the firewood that had been scattered all over the ground, grabbed Ran and leaned the long-handled axe in his hand against the wall, and was about to squat down and pick up a pile to go to the side of the kang, when a beautiful call suddenly came from behind him.

"Brother Qi, take a break and have some hot drinks." He had obviously just woken up, and had a messy bun on his head, holding a small bun with a large coffee cup in his hand, and was rushing away with a sweet smile on his face.

Just turned around and glanced at it, the gentleness in the star's eyes became stronger. He raised his hand and lifted the messy white sweater collar of the delicate little woman who had just arrived in front of him, and tightened it to the middle. Then Zhao Yongqi smiled and rubbed the bun of the bun, took the coffee and said softly: "It's cold in the morning, and you'll go out after putting on your clothes."

"Well, I understand." He smiled sweetly and watched Zhao Yongqi pour coffee into his mouth. The little bun's beautiful eyes turned around and fell on the firewood that was very large on the ground. He squatted down and picked up two, waved his smile and said, "Hehe, Brother Qi's cutting skills are poor, they are all different in size."

"Little fool, this is not the skill." Zhao Yongqi squatted down and pointed at the wood, saying, "This is deliberately chopping it into this."

"Tsk, you will find a reason, it is obviously a mess." The little bun, who puffed his face and pouted his little mouth and looked disbelieving, replied like this.

Putting the coffee cup on the big rock aside, Zhao Yongqi reached out and picked up the big pieces, and explained softly: "The earthen kang should be kept warm for a long time, so use large pieces, that is, it will not burn too much, and then roast you, and the burning time will be long. Even if it turns into charcoal in the end, it can heat up for a long time because it is large. Cooking is different, and it requires strong firepower, so you have to use small firewood, and the fire comes up quickly. You haven't seen them. Are these big pieces one quarter of the shape, and are the small pieces one sixth of the shape?"

"So that's how it is." Xiao Baozi nodded and said as if he was a sudden realization: "No wonder when my father was young, he picked up those little firewood like branches when he cooked."

"Haha, you have never cooked food, and you have never used these earthen stoves. You must not know." Zhao Yongqi glanced at Xiao Baozi with a doting look, and walked towards the kang with a pile of wood. The sweet-smiling little bun was like a cheerful little rabbit at this moment, picking up two of them and jumping behind him.

Seeing Zhao Yongqi stuffing the wood under the soil kang and trying his best to divide it into the air, the little bun on the side was very happy to see him, and when he saw Xie Na, who was gritting his toothbrush and carrying a teacup, walked out with another young boy, and said vaguely: "Dahua, did you see it? Sister Na didn't lie to you yesterday, right? You can flirt with anyone, and you must not flirt with our buns, otherwise it will anger the master in front of you and promise you to go to the hospital for the rest of your life."

The big boy next to him who looked a little dazed, the boy named Dahua, was grabbing his scalp and wondering whether to nod or shake his head. Zhao Yongqi had turned around and stared at Xie Na angrily and said, "Sister Na, you will feel unhappy if you don't ruin my reputation for a day, right?"

As he said that, amid the laughter of toothpaste foam flying in Xie Na's mouth, Zhao Yongqi stood up and reached out to hold Dahua politely, and said with a warm smile: "You call Dahua, right? Don't listen to Sister Na's nonsense. I'm the best person to get along with, just call me Xiaoqi."

"Brother Xiao Qi, hello, hello, I am Dahua." Dahua, with an accent, echoed in a hurry, but the strange tone made Zhao Yongqi slightly curious about him.

Here, I was introducing myself, and Xiao Baozi's sweet voice had already heard again: "Brother Qi, did you stuff all these newspapers into it?"

Zhao Yongqi, who came back to his senses, squatted down again, shook his head and stopped the newspaper that was pinched into a ball of dumplings and stuffed into the earthen kang. He smiled and picked up the hatchet and said, "It's troublesome to just light such thick wood. I'll cut some wood chips and stand away."

"Okay~~" replied obediently, and Xiao Baozi quickly stood up and stepped back behind Zhao Yongqi, but his beautiful eyes were still very interested in looking at the movements of the man in front of him.

The hatchet in his hand seemed to have suddenly had life, and his fingertips rotated into a circle of silver light. When another piece of firewood in Zhao Yongqi's hand approached the ball of silver light, it seemed as if he had encountered a cutting machine. With the sound of silence, thin pieces of wood scattered all over the ground.

Little Baozi and Xie Na were better. It was not the first time they saw Zhao Yongqi brushing skills, but Dahua next to him almost glared out his eyes and exclaimed silly. He grabbed Xie Na's jade arm with one hand and pointed at Zhao Yongqi with the other hand and shouted: "Chinese Kung Fu, the real Chinese Kung Fu!"

"Chinese Kung Fu?" Zhao Yongqi, who stopped his hand and stuffed the wood chips into the earthen stove while turning around, looked at Dahua curiously, "Are you not a Chinese?"

Xie Na knew that Zhao Yongqi didn't know, and explained with a smile: "He grew up abroad, so he spoke very strangely. Well, the trick of flirting with girls is also very strange, it's messy, haha..."

Nodding, Zhao Yongqi then understood why he always felt that Dahua had a heavy accent before, and didn't say much, so he put his attention back on the newspaper at his hand, ignited it and stuffed it into the earthen stove. Sure enough, just like what he said, with those thin wood chips to help the burn, a small ball of newspaper successfully ignited the earthen stove.

After the high fire was burned soon, Zhao Yongqi stuffed a few pieces of large wood into it, and then used fire tongs to clamp out a piece of fire-burning wood and lit the cooking stove.

He clapped his hands, stood up straight, and looked at the pot full of water, Zhao Yongqi turned around with a smile and opened his arms to the little bun and Xie Na who were following him and said, "Come on, come on, the task is done, goddesses, let's hug to celebrate."

After the words came to the end, the little bun, who was prone to blushing, glared at him with a angrily glaring, but he still took the initiative to let Zhao Yongqi hug him. Even Xie Na turned around and smiled at Dahua when Zhao Yongqi gently hugged her, "Dahua, do you see, this is the ancestor of flirting with girls! Strength, timing, vision, and reason are impeccable!"
Chapter completed!