Chapter 7: The Cooking Storm

  As he watched the black stove finally produce sparks, Wang Min let out a sigh of relief. After this ordeal, even Wang Min, who considered himself a man, was exhausted to death!

  His forehead was already covered with sweat, gathering into strands and flowing down his angular cheeks, highlighting a unique masculine charm.

  "Haha! Husband is so silly!"

  However, some people don't buy it!

  She gently wiped the sweat from her face, turned around, and then saw Qin Yunniang sitting on a stool, propping up her cheek with her jade hand, with a mischievous smile on her beautiful face, staring at her with a good laugh.

  As he watched, Wang Jin couldn't help but feel a little indignant!

  "This little girl!"

  After these two days of interaction, Wang Qin also gradually discovered that perhaps his own rebirth made Qin Yunniang finally put down her burden and restored her true nature. Along with this, her complexion has also improved a lot in recent days. More importantly, he found that this little girl is becoming less and less afraid of him, and even occasionally teases him.

  Wang Men couldn't help but lower his head and reflect: Was it that he had been too indulgent towards her, otherwise how could a gentle girl change into this in just one or two days and nights?

  "He should have spanked her hard and taught her a lesson!" Wang Min thought resentfully.

  Actually, Wang Qin didn't really want to teach her a lesson. Actually, since the day he crawled out of his coffin and saw that helpless girl crying and running towards him, Wang Qin's heart was deeply moved. The former's pale face, slightly swollen eyes, completely captured his heart in an instant.

  So when he saw Qian Yunniang regain her brightness and vitality, Wang Min was also genuinely happy for her.

  But this doesn't mean I'm willing to be teased by a 15 or 16-year-old girl anytime and anywhere.

  To be honest, it's really not Qin Yunniang's fault.

  Since Qin Yunniang's hand was injured yesterday, Wang Meng worried that her wound would deteriorate and took the initiative to take on the task of starting a fire and cooking. Originally, he didn't think much of it at all.

  It's worth noting that in his past life, due to the special nature of his profession, he spent a large part of his time outdoors, so when it came to starting a fire and cooking, even if he couldn't be considered highly skilled, it was still second nature to him. Therefore, Wang Min was quite confident about this and prepared to show off his skills, planning to dazzle Qin Yunniang with a good performance.

  But when it was really his turn to go on stage, he couldn't help but freeze up!

  In front of me was empty, nothing but a small stone that emitted a faint glow and a small piece of iron. The two lay there in isolation, giving off a desolate feeling. Was I supposed to use this to start a fire?

  He didn't believe in evil spirits, so he searched high and low. Wang Min thought that there must be some object for making fire, only he hadn't found it yet.

  Thinking of this, Wang Jian's search became even more vigorous. However, the final result was that he almost overturned the entire stove, and the originally neatly stacked wood was also scattered all over the place. So he had no choice but to pick up the only stone and walk towards the girl, humbly asking for her guidance.

  But in the end, it was a tragic result that brought about the girl's burst of laughter. At this point, Wang Min couldn't help but have tears streaming down his face...

  Under the guidance of Qin Yunniang, he finally managed to start a fire by striking the iron piece with a small stone and producing sparks. After this battle, Wang Meng was seriously injured.

  Actually, Wang Min didn't know that by the time of the Wei and Jin dynasties and the Six Dynasties, people were already using stones to produce fire.

  The fire produced by striking stones is called "stone fire". Pan Yue's poem: "Troublesome as the sparks from striking stones".

  By the Tang Dynasty, there were more people who struck stones to make fire. Liu Zongyuan's poem: "Night departure strikes stone fire, mountain forest like daylight"; Bai Juyi's poem: "Deep furnace strikes fire to cook new tea, stone fire light in the middle of this body". In ancient times, the method of striking stones to make fire was to use an iron piece to collide with a stone, and underneath, there was "fire cotton", when sparks fell on the cotton, it would burn, then use "take lamp" to lead, that is, get fire. Fire cotton was made from mugwort or paper, mixed with saltpeter water, kneaded to make soft, extremely easy to ignite.

  For some poor families in this era, knocking stones to make fire is also a good choice.

  Luckily, after a flurry of activity, Wang Jin finally managed to cook the meal, but ended up with a big black smudge on his face. His face was covered in patches of black ash from the burnt wood, looking quite comical!

  "Hmph"

  Qin Yunniang, who was sitting there, couldn't help but let out a faint laugh.

  "Heh heh, husband, you look really good right now!"

  "Just like Ah Huang from Third Uncle's family!"

  "Ah Huang, who is that? Is he as elegant and refined as your husband, with a strong and handsome appearance?" Wang Min said smugly, unaware of his own awkwardness.

  It's better not to say anything, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the girl burst out laughing, shaking her waist and swaying back and forth.

  "Ah Huang is Third Uncle's big yellow dog, not a person!"

  I'm as emotional as a dog! This little girl is really asking for a beating!

  Just as Wang Qin was secretly annoyed, Qin Yunniang said leisurely, "When the master was ill, he chopped firewood every day, and it followed me up the mountain to protect me!"

  Upon hearing this, his heart suddenly ached. Although the girl spoke lightly, Wang Min couldn't help but think of it involuntarily.

  Every day at dawn, on the cold and desolate mountain top, a frail figure struggles to swing a large axe, and with each swing, branches fall down one by one. Behind him, a big yellow dog sits quietly.

  "Alas! I still owe her a lot after all!" Thinking of this, Wang Min's eyes also became moist.

  I really don't know how the girl managed to hold on, looking at the girl, Wang Min's eyes also showed endless tenderness, staring at Qin Yunniang, smiling and saying softly: "Let's eat!"

  "Huh?"

  Still immersed in laughter, Qin Yunniang accidentally took a slight step back.

  "What?" Qin Yunniang asked cautiously.

  Seeing the girl like this, Wang Min couldn't help but laugh.

  "Let's eat!" Wang Min said gruffly.

  "Oh! I see!" Qin Yunniang laughed and said.

  She slightly poked out her tongue, obediently came to Wang Min's side, stretched out her jade-like fingers, picked up the bowl, and began eating with a gentle nod of her head, just like a clever little cat.

  Hah! After all, you're still just a kid!

  Thinking of this, Wang Qin couldn't help but smile, and unexpectedly had the idea of wanting to take care of her for a lifetime. This made his old face involuntarily turn red.

  He rubbed his nose and Wang Min secretly wondered if he himself was also a old cow with the bad habit of eating tender grass.

  Thinking about it, I shook my head and smiled slightly, taking a subtle measure of the petite person sitting across from me.

  Her cheeks are like tender lotus petals, her nose is greasy with goose fat, she is warm and delicate, a lovely sight to behold!

  Seeing this, Wang Qian couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart. He involuntarily stretched out his hand and gently grasped the girl's hanging black hair in his palm, without saying a word, he just stared at the girl intently, then softly tucked her hair behind her ear.

  Slowly withdrawing his hand, he inexplicably placed it on the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, and the faint fragrance was transmitted along his fingers all the way to his brain, intoxicating him!

  Noticing Wang Min's movements, Qin Yunniang's delicate body suddenly shook violently, and her pale face instantly turned into a deep blush. The spot where Wang Min's fingertips touched still had a lingering warmth that made people's faces flush with embarrassment!

  "Master, are you alright?" Qin Yunniang asked with a red face and a shy tone.

  "Cough cough! I'm fine."

  Wang Min was caught red-handed by a hooligan.

  "Hmm! That... Today... The weather is pretty good, haha!"

  "Is the young lady at home?" Just as Wang Min felt embarrassed and awkward, a bright and cheerful laughter suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

  At that moment, Wang Qin's heart suddenly became extremely uncomfortable, and he slightly raised his head, indignantly sizing up the person who was good at making trouble for him. Just as he was about to get angry, a clear and crisp female voice suddenly came from behind him, filled with obvious delight.

  "Ah! Third Uncle, how did you come?"

  "Ah!" Third Uncle?

  Upon hearing these words, King Wen was also taken aback and momentarily stunned, standing still on the spot. Afterwards, he couldn't help but feel a flush of shame rising within him. His heart was filled with boundless sorrow.

  "It's done!"

  It's all over...