The next day, Yan Xiao was urged by the team leader to go to work.

When Wen Qinghe got up, it was already ten o'clock. She felt clean and refreshed, which meant that the man had cleaned her up afterward.

Thinking about last night made her blush and her heart race; men who have tasted the forbidden fruit are truly not to be trifled with...

After she finished washing up, she ate the warm millet porridge and egg pancakes that were sitting on the kitchen stove.

On a whim, Yan Xiao, who already works so hard, still had to rush back to cook for her.

Why not try cooking a meal yourself, so he can taste your cooking skills?

Having made up her mind, she began preparations.

What should we do first?

By the way, she had seen Lingling do it before.

It seems she washed the rice first?

After saying that, he opened the rice jar, which was full.

Yan Xiao always ate a large bowl of rice. Thinking of this, she unceremoniously scooped a large bowl of rice from the rice jar and put it into the pot.

(Capitalists would shudder at the sight of this...)

But when I put the rice in the pot, I realized I hadn't washed it yet.

So they put the rice into the basin little by little and rinsed it with water.

After finally washing the rice, I put all of it into the pot.

Then he picked up the pot lid and covered it up.

Lingling taught her how to start a fire last time.

(That's right, my daughter's few cooking memories all came from Tang Lingling...)

She looked at the pile of straw with a troubled expression.

It must be lit first.

But she doesn't know how to use this match...

Oh, and there's a lighter in the room!

She lit the lighter near the straw before preparing to put it into the stove.

But she found that she couldn't stuff it in, and it was about to burn down to where her hand was holding it.

Startled, she let go, only to find the fire had fallen onto the pile of firewood below.

What should we do? How do we pick up the fire?

Wen Qinghe was startled as she watched the flames on the ground gradually grow stronger.

What to do? What to do? What to do if it catches fire on the ground?

Yes, water, use water!

She quickly grabbed a ladle and scooped water from the vat.

But when she poured a ladle of water over it, the fire did not diminish at all.

The smoke in the room was getting thicker and thicker…

"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."

……………

In the field, Yan Xiao was putting all the effort he hadn't used up the night before into the soil, wielding a hoe and sweating profusely.

Feng Tiezhu called out to Yan Xiao, looking at the thick smoke not far away.

"Brother Yan, do you think that huge plume of smoke coming from that direction means there's a fire? It looks a bit like where your house is..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiao looked up and saw thick smoke billowing and flames shooting into the sky. In just one glance, his pupils shrank dramatically!

He stayed out a little late last night, and Qingqing was still sleeping at home when he left...

Thinking of this, he threw down his hoe and rushed home.

He ran all the way to his front door, pushed aside the crowd surrounding him, and watched as the fire spread from the kitchen to the bedroom.

His face paled for a moment, and his tall body swayed.

The voice that came out was heart-wrenching and trembling: "Qingqing! Qingqing!"

Without even calling for help, he lifted his leg to rush into the sea of ​​fire.

"Brother Yan!"

Wen Qinghe emerged from the crowd, looking disheveled and covered in dirt.

Looking at the man whose soul was shattered, I felt a pang of pain in my heart.

"Brother Yan! I'm here!"

Yan Xiao thought he was hallucinating. He turned around and saw Wen Qinghe's small face. Ignoring the crowd around him, he rushed over and hugged her tightly.

Feeling the soft, fragrant little person in his arms, he spoke in a trembling voice.

"Qingqing...Qingqing...Thank goodness you're alright!"

Wen Qinghe was also terrified, but it was clear that the man needed more comfort than she did.

"Ayan, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"I almost...I almost thought I was going to lose you!"

He held the person in his arms tightly, and kissed her hair and forehead with tenderness.

"My love, my love..."

Wen Qinghe felt a little embarrassed.

"Brother Yan, we're still outside..."

Thinking about the trouble she caused…

She quickly corrected her attitude and admitted her mistake:

"Brother Yan, I was cooking and accidentally burned the house down..."

Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?

After she finished speaking, she watched as the man lifted her up like a child and sat her on his strong arms, checking her up and down to see if she had any burns.

Yan Xiao held the person in his arms, looking at her face covered in soot and her hair in a mess. He wondered what kind of danger she had gone through, and he only regretted that he hadn't been by her side in time...

"Sweetie... I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

Wen Qinghe wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at him with confusion. It was clearly her who burned down the house, so how did it become his fault?

"It's my fault for staying up too late last night. From now on, I'll prepare lunch earlier before I go to work. The kitchen is too dangerous; it's my fault for not telling my little one not to go into the kitchen..."

"Brother Keyan, our house is gone..."

"If it's gone, it's gone. We'll build a new house."

When it came to building a house, Wen Qinghe got excited, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

With a boastful look on his face, he said, "Brother Yan, luckily I managed to bring our savings out at the last minute."

She then tried to show him her backpack.

Yan Xiao didn't care about the backpack; he was just filled with lingering fear.

The fire is on, and this little thing is actually trying to crawl into the flames?

In a moment of emotional outburst, he slapped the little girl's bottom.

Wen Qinghe: ? ? ?

She was stunned and couldn't believe it!

She...she actually got hit?

Instantly, her eyes welled up with tears, and she felt aggrieved, tears streaming down her face...

"Waaaaah...you hit me? Waaaaah~~you actually...hit me?"

Yan Xiao was immediately filled with anxiety and frustration.

"Sweetie, it's my fault. I was too hasty."

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