Hearing her words, Grandma Meng smiled and said, "Your city is still the best! This kind of fire must be very expensive!"

Jiang Baige shook her head, "Well, it's not expensive."

A lighter alone was not enough, so she took out a pack of candles from the space.

This kind of candle is no longer sold in many places in later generations, but her supermarket has a complete range of them, in all shapes.

Jiang Baige also took out a round one. She didn't know what it was used for. She just lit it and set it off. Judging from the tip, one should not last long.

As they were talking, someone's stomach growled twice. Grandma Meng put away her smile and said, "Okay, let's cook!"

Jiang Baige then remembered to cook, but she didn’t know how to cook!

However, she often watched Li Yan and Wu Juan cook, and seeing them cook so often, she thought she should be able to do it herself now!

She said confidently, "Grandma Meng, please sit still. I'll cook right away."

Jiang Baige brought a stool and asked Grandma Meng to sit down.

She looked around the kitchen, not knowing where to start.

What should I do first to prepare this meal? After thinking for a while, an idea suddenly occurred to me, "Oh right, let's clean the pot first."

She muttered, found a ladle, and scooped up a ladle of water from the water tank behind the stove.

She was about to pour the water into the pot when she saw that the iron pot on the stove was leaking. There was a big hole next to it, and only a small part at the bottom was usable.

I thought to myself, how can I cook in this pot?

After hearing her silence for a long time, Grandma Meng sighed, "The iron pot is no longer useful. Let's cook porridge tonight! Wash the clay pot."

Jiang Baige responded, "Uh."

She turned around and picked up the casserole again. It was a little darker, but she still washed it thoroughly inside and out.

Okay, it’s clean.