Sheng Chuxi stood still.

LAN Jiaxin frowned and raised her voice.

"Chu Xi, I asked you to pack my bags. Didn't you hear me? Is that how you treat your elders? Or are you deaf?"

Sheng Chuxi: "my ears are very good, but you are poor, Miss LAN."

LAN Jiaxin: "what do you mean?"

Sheng Chu Xi spread his hand.

"Because you have no hands or feet, you not only ordered such a small child to pour you water, but also asked others to help you pack your luggage... You are disabled at a young age. It's really pathetic!"

LAN Jiaxin's face was livid.

"Chu Xi, how dare you scold me!"

Sheng Chu Xi ignored her and turned to the kitchen.

Although the kitchen is very small, it is clean and tidy, and firewood is neatly placed on the floor. Even in the village, natural gas is generally used now. Such primitive cooking method is still rare.

The peasant woman is cutting vegetables on the chopping board.

Sheng Chu Xi smiled: "elder sister, what can I do for you?"

The peasant woman waved her hand in fear: "you have sent so many things. How can I ask you to help me? It's bad if you dirty your clothes here. Go out and have a rest. The meal will be ready later."

"It doesn't matter. I'm idle anyway... But I can't cook. I'll help you make a fire!"

With that, Sheng Chu Xi squatted down in front of the earthen stove.

She only saw this kind of stove in TV dramas, and didn't know where to start for a while. But the words have been said, and it is not easy to shrink back. Trying to recall how the TV series made a fire, I stuffed a lot of firewood into the stomach of the stove.

Then he picked up the small box next to him, on which was written the word "match".

How should I use this thing?

Looking at Sheng Chu Xi's puzzled expression, the peasant woman said, "well, I'd better come. You are from big cities and can't get used to these things."

Sheng Chuxi refused.

"No, I think I can try harder. Elder sister, can you tell me how to use matches?"

"This is simple. Just use the round end and draw next to the box."

Sheng Chuxi takes out a match.

With a thin body and a round head, it looks cute. The match was gently scratched and pulled next to the box for two times, and a golden flame was burning at the end of the red head!

"Wow!"

Sheng Chu Xi could not help but exclaim.

By the time she realized it, the match was about to burn and she threw it out.

With the first experience, the second one will be much more skilled.

Sheng Chuxi struck another match to light the firewood in the stove.

The golden flame licked the dry firewood. In a short time, the firewood was burning with crackling.

But before she could be happy, the fire went out.

Sheng Chuxi: "...."

She was not reconciled and lit another one, but the result was still not good.

After thinking for a while, I pulled two pieces of toilet paper to make the fire burn more vigorously. However, after the toilet paper was ignited, a burst of strong black smoke came out, choking her tears, and she did not return to her senses for a long time.

A timid voice suddenly sounded nearby.

"It's not enough to make a fire like this. There are too many firewood and not enough air. You should put the dead leaves below, then simply put a few branches on it, and add firewood after it burns..."

Hearing the sound, Sheng Chuxi turned around. It was the little girl.