They broke the stove of stuffy charcoal to reveal the black charcoal, Shen Xiaoxiao didn't care about the dirt, took one out and broke it, the middle had already burned through, and a few more were broken, she couldn't help but show a happy smile.

"Isn't that what was left of the fire?" Xiao Yan asked curiously, isn't this the black wood that sometimes burns the fire and leaves one section left? Is it just for this little thing that Shinoxiao wastes so much effort?

"It's different." Shen Xiaoxiao smiled

"I'm Farming in the Primitive Tribe" Chapter 119 You'll know when you should know It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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