Zhan Qing saw it at the beginning, and she chuckled and continued to be busy with the matter at hand. Pick up the firewood and put it in the small stove to make a fire. After the fire is lit and the pot is heated, the tea leaves on Xuanyuan Yi's side are almost dry, at least the surface has been dried up.

Zhan Qing took the tea leaves in the past, poured them into a small pot and stir-fried them over a slow fire, and kept stir-frying. After a while, there was a burst of tea fragrance. Xuanyuan Yi is fine right now, just here watching her busy. He was still leaning against the door frame, squinting, basking in the slightly warm morning sun.

After a while, Zhan Qingchu turned his head to see him and said, "You can do me another favor, help me find a tea stove and a whole set of teapots." And then just put it on the stone table under us, okay? ”

"Poof~" Xuanyuan Yi opened his eyes and looked at her, wanting to respond to her. However, he couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and burst out laughing.

Zhan Qingchu's face was inexplicable, and he pointed at himself hesitantly and asked, "Is it me?" ”

Regulus pointed to her face and motioned for her to look at it. Who knows, Zhan Qing was about to wipe his face as soon as he raised his hand. Xuanyuan quickly dodged and ran over, grabbing the hand that stopped her.

At this time, Zhan Qingchu's hand was in front of her eyes, and she knew what was going on. Her hands were pitch black, and she was carrying the stove and chopping wood, which would be blackened. The stove was covered with black charcoal, so her hands were particularly black.

It's summer again, and she's been roasting by the fire, and after a while, she sweats, so she just wiped it with her hands. As a result, her face has now become a black cat face, one black and one white, and the black one is also fainted by sweat, which is very funny.

Fortunately, she used a shovel to turn over the tea leaves from beginning to end, and poured the tea leaves directly with a basket.

Zhan Qingchu looked up at Xuanyuan Yi, who was still trying to hold back his laughter, and he also wanted to laugh, and said, "Okay, if you want to laugh, just laugh, remember to help me prepare the teastove and teapot when you are done, and by the way, help me get some lamp oil in the room." Hurry up, the tea leaves in my pot are almost ready. ”

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Yi let go of her hand, stopped smiling, and went directly to give her the thing.

However, after Xuanyuan Yi left, Zhan Qing couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw her hand and pretended to be her face.

Soon, Xuanyuan Yi returned, coming in with a can of kerosene for lighting the lamp. And Zhan Qingchu also extinguished the fire in the furnace, and the tea leaves were still hot in the pot. She first fetched a basin of water, and looking at the reflection on her face in the water, she could entertain herself.

Zhan Qingchu, who didn't know that Xuanyuan Yi had returned, looked at the reflection in the water and said to himself: "I'm going, is this still me?" ”

"I've never been so ugly since I was born in my last life!"

"Am I really that ugly? He had just seen it. No, my good image~! ”

"Ahem!" Xuanyuan walked over with a smile, handed her the kerosene, and said, "Give the lamp oil you want." ”

"Oh, good." Anyway, the image is gone, and she doesn't need to hide it. Take the kerosene, pour an appropriate amount of oil, and dilute the water.

It suddenly occurred to me that she didn't have a veil! How to wash? When she raised her hand, she was about to take it into her sleeve, and halfway through it, she remembered that her hands were all black! I asked myself, "How do I take it?" As a result, she was also spoken out.

Then simply, Zhan Qingchu pointed his cuffs towards Xuanyuan Yi, and said with a smirk: "Or, can you help me get it?" ”

Xuanyuan Yi: "......" In the end, he still took his own handkerchief to Zhan Qingchu.

"Thank you!" She smiled sheepishly.

I washed my hands separately and then went to the basin to wash my face.

Zhan Qingchu thought he had washed it clean, and then when he was about to pour water, Xuanyuan Yi reminded: "There are more. ”

"What?" She couldn't understand what it meant.

Xuanyuan Yi: "On the forehead, there is also a neck. ”

Zhan Qingchu washed it again, but Xuanyuan Yi still said, "There are still ones." ”