After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Chapter 255 Can you make a fire?
Xia Yizhen walked up from the edge of a gentle slope, with the light behind her, her hair fluttering gently in the breeze and shining in the sunlight.

She was holding a lot of dry branches in her hands. Her originally thin body had turned into a round lump because she was holding a lot of things.

"Hey, look, it's Xiaozhen."

Duan Xiaowu pointed in the direction of Xia Yizhen.

Several people looked not far away, and Feng Yian immediately ran forward.

Xia Yizhen was holding a dry branch alone. Although the branches were dry, had no moisture and were not particularly heavy, Feng Yian couldn't bear to let a girl do such rough work.

He had long legs and rolled up his sleeves as he trotted, arriving in front of Xia Yizhen.

"Why did you walk away alone?"

With that said, he directly hugged the dry wooden stick in Xia Yizhen's hand.

"I see there is no firewood. I think we will need to find some firewood if we cook for ourselves later."

Xia Yizhen explained in a low voice.

The branches of the tree are irregular. There is always a small protrusion here and a big fork there. It is very difficult to hold it up.

"Um...Brother Feng, otherwise I'll do it."

Xia Yizhen picked up the dry branch that Feng Yian failed to hold and fell to the ground, and said softly.

Feng Yian's tone was reproachful and he didn't let go.

"Isn't it enough for us grown men to stand here? Do we need you, a girl, to find these things? Besides, these branches weigh as much as two or three pots at least. How can you move them so far?"

Xia Yizhen was stunned for a moment, and she still didn't realize what Feng Yian had just said.

"It's not as heavy as I thought. I'm quite powerful, really."

Feng Yian walked forward with an unhappy expression.

"Whether you are strong or not is not the point. The point is that we don't need you to do this kind of work."

He awkwardly held the firewood while walking towards the tent.

The person behind him didn't dare to speak anymore and just followed him, bending down from time to time to pick up a piece of firewood that the person in front of him had dropped.

We can't waste firewood, Brother Feng is holding him so hard.

When the two returned to the middle of the tent, Feng Yian felt that there was a lot less firewood in his hand, while Xia Yizhen had a little more firewood in his hand.

Songzi looked at Feng Yian, then at Xia Yizhen, and looked at several people around him, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"No, brother, you said you were going to be a hero to save the beauty, but you still had the beauty to finish it off for you. This is not a complete rescue."

Feng Yian frowned and subconsciously looked at Xia Yizhen beside him.

The little girl was already blushing with embarrassment.

"Songzi, what are you talking about?"

He chided softly and put down the firewood in his hand.

"Come and light a fire."

After being glared at by Feng Yian, Songzi felt much more at ease and obediently squatted on the ground and played with the dry firewood.

"Don't worry too much. Songzi likes to joke. He doesn't mean anything else."

Feng Yian explained to Xia Yizhen. Xia Yizhen lowered her head and said nothing, but just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"How can we fix this without a flamethrower? How about we buy a lighter?"

Songzi turned around and said to everyone.

"I'll go and buy."

Chang Rong immediately turned around and walked towards the service area outside. After taking just two steps, Xia Yizhen spoke in a low voice.

"I have it here."

She slowly took out a lighter from her pocket and spread it in her hand.

"Wow, you still have a lighter with you!"

Songzi took it over and praised her for being a big help.

Xia Yizhen pursed her lips.

"I happened to have one with me, but I didn't expect it to come in handy."

She didn't tell everyone that she had always had the habit of carrying a lighter with her because Sam Xia liked to smoke.

In the past, every time Xia San lost his temper after drinking, she would wrap a leaf cigarette for Xia San, put it in the pipe, light it and hand it to him.

Xia San will be much calmer after smoking, and he will beat her and his mother more lightly. If he is lucky, he may even escape being beaten.Xia Yizhen has remembered these things since childhood.

When it was Xia Zhaodi, she remembered it every day and never dared to forget it.

Now it's Xia Yizhen. She doesn't need to remember it, but because her memory is surprisingly good, she can't forget it at all.

When she regained consciousness, Xia Yizhen was pulled back by Feng Yian.

"I always feel that Song Nu Life will blow up the pot, so stay away."

Feng Yian pinched her wrist and said cautiously.

Feng Yining next to him also stood up.

"Song Zi, are you okay? It's been a long time since I lit the fire and there's still smoke. If it doesn't work, try someone else."

Duan Xiaowu and Chang Rong looked at each other, then turned to look at Feng Yining.

"Xiao Ning, at least the pine nuts can create smoke. I'm afraid we can't light it. I don't know how to make a fire."

There was nothing Feng Yining could do now.

Xia Yizhen only felt that her wrist was hot. She quickly gently broke away from Feng Yian's hand and said to Song Zi.

"Mr. Zheng, I can light a fire, let me do it."

Songzi squatted and turned to look at her.

"You know how? Okay, come on, I can't do it anymore."

Xia Yizhen nodded, broke off a few twigs with leaves from a branch, and then walked to the simple stove they had set up.

Light the small leaves, then the smaller branches, and finally the larger branches.

The fire soon started.

"Holy crap, is there any formula for this method of making fire?"

Songzi squatted aside and looked at Xia Yizhen with admiring eyes.

Xia Yizhen smiled and shook her head.

"There is no formula for this. If we really want to talk about a method, it would be to put the things that are easy to burn first, and then the things that are not easy to burn."

"..."

Songzi understands the truth. He took the same step just now, but he just couldn't ignite it.

"Forget it, don't listen to it."

Chang Rong looked at Songzi's half-understanding expression and said with disgust.

"Don't make your CPU smoke."

Seeing Chang Rong's stern and mocking eyes, Songzi stood up unconvinced.

"Speak as if you know how."

Chang Rong raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't there already a master who can make fire? I can't, but that doesn't stop me from laughing at you."

While the two were arguing with each other, Xia Yizhen, with Feng Yian's cooperation, had already skillfully washed the pot, poured in pure water, and was ready to cook the noodles.

"Hey, you guys are waiting for food, so stop making noise. It will affect Xiaozhen's performance."

Feng Yining sat aside and said while stuffing a lollipop into his mouth.

She rubs her stomach.

"My baby and I are so good. We are just sitting here waiting for food. Are you annoyed that you have no energy at all?"

Chang Rong and Songzi stopped hurting each other.

Xia Yizhen controlled the heat carefully, while Feng Yian stared at the boiling noodles in the pot. The two cooperated tacitly, and six bowls were cooked in a short time.

When several people gathered around the folding table to eat, Duan Xiaowu couldn't help but praise.

"Senior, I didn't expect the noodles you made with such simple seasonings to be so delicious."

Chang Rong saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. He had already made up his mind to go home and practice his noodle skills hard.

Feng Yian looked at Xia Yizhen with a smile.

"It's Xiaozhen who controls the heat well."

(End of this chapter)