Nalan Lan'er thought about this question extremely seriously, tilted her head, and looked at everything in the kitchen with great difficulty:

That black, round iron thing, it must be a pot, right?

She walked to the stove and, in order to prove her idea, took the spoon next to the pot and struck it on the iron pot.

"Bang bang!"

A smile jumped on Nalan Lan'er's face, it was really iron!

But what's next?

How is this iron pot heated? And by what heat?

Also, how to cut the cabbage on this wooden board?

Where to start?

Nalan Lan'er was at a loss for a long time, and finally chose to cut the vegetables first.

However, as soon as the knife touched the cabbage, a suppressed scream was heard:

"Ahh It hurts! ”

On the white dish, red flowers were dyed in an instant, and Nalan Lan'er's first intimate contact with the kitchen knife ended with a beautiful flower blooming.

When Wushuang heard the movement in the kitchen, he immediately shouted worriedly:

"Lan'er, Lan'er, what's wrong with you?"

Nalan Lan'er hurriedly put her hands behind her back, forcibly endured the pain of her ten fingers and heart, and replied to Wushuang without incident:

"It's okay! I'm preparing lunch! Just wait! ”

Wushuang tilted his head suspiciously and listened, how did he feel that Lan'er's voice was so unconfident?

Lan'er took out the coarse cloth handkerchief given by her grandmother in her arms, bandaged her hands and teeth with a simple bandage, lowered her head and palpitated and sent the kitchen knife to the water to wash it, and then put it aside.

Washing rice is not a problem, but when it is the turn to burn the fire, Lan'er is confused again.

Can such a large firewood and a fire made of such a small flint be lit?

Forget it, let's give it a try!

As a result, Nalan Lan'er, who had a delicate face, was instantly smoked into a black girl, her long eyelashes were stained with gray smoke, her cheeks turned red because of the frequent coughing, and her nose was also naughtily staring at a smear of ash.

"Ahem, ahem!"

She tried hard to suppress her cough, thinking that this fire couldn't be hurt anyway, and she didn't believe in this evil anymore!

So, the gorgeous time passed slowly, and after the sun-basking Wushuang had countless fantasies about the latrine, the suppressed coughing and smoke in the room finally faded a lot.

And Nalan Lan'er finally walked out of the kitchen gracefully.

It's just that on the clothes, and on the face, it can no longer be expressed in a miserable way.

The goose-yellow dress, painted with five fingers, and the hair combed in the morning was messy and covered with soot, but it couldn't hide the smile on her face, and the black color of the dish on her hand!

Ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and now I will make soup for you.

For some reason, looking at Lan'er's embarrassed face, Wushuang didn't even have the slightest idea of laughing, but this sentence came to his mind.

And Lan'er's slightly ashamed expression shined the most moving color in this early autumn season.

"Are you in a hurry?"

Lan'er smiled and put the black dish in front of Wushuang, and as soon as the plate hit the table, she suddenly shouted:

"Ahh Forgot to put salt! ”

Then, he hurried back to the kitchen.

In the hurried return, unintentionally . The hidden hand was exposed, and Wushuang saw the rough white cloth brocade, and his heart suddenly ached.

Didn't she hurt her hand?

"Alright, alright! I'm sure I'll be able to eat it now, I just tasted it! ”

Before Wushuang's frowning brows could be relaxed, Lan'er couldn't wait to fold the plate back, she put down the chopsticks and the dish together, looking forward to Wushuang's evaluation.

But Wushuang grabbed her hand, and it was too late for Lan'er to hide.

"Let me see."

His voice had an indistinguishable strength, so that Lan'er was powerless to resist at all, but obediently handed it over, and muttered in his mouth:

"It's okay, it's just a small opening."

Wushuang was like the most cherished treasure, carefully dismantling the cotton handkerchief, because the blood had been clotting for too long, and when she tore it open, Lan'er's face was distorted.

"Where is this small mouth! Hurry up and apply the medicine! ”

Looking at the black blood stains, the white handkerchief, and the horizontal opening, which spread crookedly across almost the entire finger belly, Wushuang's tone became solemn.

He stumbled and was about to get up, but his leg accidentally touched the table, and the pain made him sweat run down.

Seeing this, Lan'er hurriedly shouted:

"I'll just get it myself!"

Then, he stumbled back to the room and quickly ran out with the medicine box.

She was concerned about the blood oozing from his feet.

And his heart is always on her fingers.

All of a sudden, everything seemed to stand still, and she worriedly picked up the medicine to examine his injured foot, but he was anxious to apply the powdered medicine to her injured finger.

The two heads of exploration were instantly crowded together, and in the early autumn breeze, there was an unusually sweet collision.