"Okay, you cook, this king doesn't mix." Jun Moyan withdrew, thinking of something and walked back in: "Will you make a fire?" ”

Xiao Mian snorted and patted his chest: "That's nature." ”

Jun Moyan glanced at her in disbelief, and shut up when she wanted to say something.

If you say the words of doubt, the small noodle melon should be angry again.

After Jun Moyan went out, Xiao Mian Gua grabbed his hair.

What can I do?

She doesn't seem to be able to make a fire.

Although she lived in the village, her mother loved her very much and did not let her work at all.

The cowhide has been blown out, so I have to bite the bullet.

It shouldn't be that hard to start a fire.

Fortunately, she remembered how her mother made a fire.

Actually, it's pretty simple.

She crouched down and began to start a fire with various things.

What rice paper, straw paper, tree bark, cloth, oil, all kinds of things.

But! There is only one result - failure.

"Don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged." The little melon muttered secretly.

She clenched her little fists, ignoring the ashes on her little face.

In the end, I don't know which way was right, and I actually lit a fire.

She shouted happily, "Uncle, uncle, I have made a fire." ”

Jun Moyan was stunned when she saw her like a beggar, and bowed her jaw: "Well, the price is quite big." ”

Xiao Mian ran back to continue cooking with a little song humming, she stuffed all the meat into the pot, sprinkled the seasoning into it, and lived.

She clapped her little paws: "Oh, cooking is so easy, I'm such a genius." ”

Half an hour later.

Xiao Mian Gu pinched both sides of the pot with a cotton cloth and walked out: "Uncle, get out of the way." ”

She brought the hot pot with her.

"Why don't you put it on a plate?"

"Hey, uncle, you don't understand, it's cold after a while on the plate, let's eat it directly in the pot." Xiao Mian Gua thinks that what he said makes sense.

Jun Moyan retorted wordlessly.

Autumn is crisp, wine and meat, it's really happy.

Jun Moyan opened the lid of the pot and saw a lump of ...... inside , the corners of the lips twitch slightly.

"Where's the meat?" Jun Moyan asked.

Xiao Mian Gua muttered, "Uncle doesn't have a bad eye", she looked over and said, "Where's the meat?" ”

She hurriedly stirred it with a spoon, and the meat turned into puree: "Uncle, why don't we drink soup today?" ”

Seeing her extremely apprehensive look, Jun Moyan took on her robe and sat down: "But this king likes to drink soup." ”

For the sake of small noodles, even the taste of my favorite has changed.

"Uncle, I'll go serve dinner."

After a while, Xiao Mian stood there dejectedly with a bowl in his hand.

In the bowl is undercooked rice.

"This king doesn't like to eat staple food, so come and drink soup." Jun Moyan waved his hand.

Xiao Mian was happy, and his eyes were bright: "Really? Uncle? I didn't want to eat staple food if I knew you didn't like it, it took me a lot of effort. ”

Well, little noodle melon, you just mixed the rice and water together, and you didn't sit on the stove, you worked really hard.

Are you going to let the sun cook you for you?

Jun Moyan began to drink the soup, and the first sip he took was well, and he killed the salt seller.

Xiao Mian looked at him expectantly: "How is the uncle?" Is it delicious? ”

"Yes." Salty, salty.

The little noodle melon proudly filled himself with a bowl and poured it into his mouth: "I'll just say, my craftsmanship is not ...... I'm baba, water, water, water. ”