Su Qingluan sneered: "This kind of flame suddenly bursts out often. You'll get used to it if you use this fire starter frequently! Now, get back to your work. It's already been two quarters of an hour, right? And your fire hasn't even started yet."

"Why is it my brother who is making the fire?" Su Xueyan was puzzled.

Su Qingluan chuckled: "Your brother is responsible for tonight's dry food. We will eat bread tonight."

Su Xueyan had a look of suspicion on her face, and it was obvious that she had great distrust of the two things "brother" and "cooking" together.

Su Qingluan actually knew that it would be a bit difficult for Su Xuanhe to "not make a mistake" the first time he entered the kitchen, so she gave up on making leavened bread, which was relatively difficult, and chose unleavened bread, which was relatively easy to make.

Although unleavened dough bread is not as fluffy as leavened dough, there is no need to worry about the proportion, time and temperature required for old yeast or other fermentation methods - after all, these are still a bit too difficult for Su Xuanhe.

However - Su Qingluan glanced at Su Xuanhe who was slowly lighting the firewood for the third time - even though she told her brother that the steps for burning firewood were to ignite the small and flammable materials first, and then slowly ignite the thicker firewood, this step still took this naughty boy a lot of effort.

Su Xuanhe, who was originally laughing, now had beads of sweat on his forehead. His originally laughing expression towards his sister became much more restrained, and he pursed his lips seriously.

Even Su Xueyan, who had been muttering to herself about how slow Su Xuanhe was, was gradually infected by the atmosphere. She squatted aside, clenched her fists, and held her breath.

Su Qingluan sighed softly: This is just the beginning.