Yu Wanwan smiled, squatted down beside him, cupped her face in her hands, and looked at him: "I'm behind you, there won't be any danger."
Receiving the gaze of the little female was a very enjoyable thing for Mo Zhou. Although he was a little embarrassed now, it didn't stop him from enjoying it.
Mo Zhou shifted his body, revealing the most beautiful half of his face, and then began to start a fire in what he considered the most elegant posture.
However, his elegance appeared utterly clumsy to Yu Wanwan.
She watched helplessly as Mo Zhou repeatedly shattered the flint and steel, or hit his own fingers again and again. Then, the flame that he had finally managed to start was completely extinguished after he added more firewood, leaving only a wisp of black smoke in the end.
Mo Zhou frowned, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and left another black mark on it.
Yu Wanwan thought for a moment, then ran to the pharmacy and found a piece of animal tendon.
The animal tendons are very elastic, and the flesh and blood on them have been cleaned away, leaving only a faint herbal fragrance.
Holding the animal tendon in her hand, Yu Wanwan returned to the kitchen, stood behind Mo Zhou, gathered his long hair together, and tied it into a high ponytail.
"Okay, isn't this much more convenient?"
Mo Zhou touched the ponytail that the little female had tied up on his head, his heart overflowing with sweetness: "Wanwan tied it so well."
After kissing Yu Wanwan's soft face, Mo Zhou devoted himself to starting the fire again.
From this angle, Yu Wanwan can see his profile perfectly.
Beneath her long, slender eyelashes was a perfectly arched nose, and her white teeth gently bit her pale pink lips, revealing a hint of nervousness.
A few strands of hair hanging down by his temples softened his sharpness and added a touch of gentleness.
At this moment, Mo Zhou looks like a spirited young lady, or a sexy and mature woman.
However, this captivating "mature woman" is currently facing a bottleneck in her life.
Yu Wanwan tilted her body slightly and saw his face, half of which was covered in black grime, and the other half of his face, which was still beautiful, creating a stark contrast.
Yu Wanwan couldn't help but chuckle and suggested, "Mo Zhou, how about I help you?"
Mo Zhou frowned, his expression stubborn: "How can that be? As a male, it would be too undignified for me to let my partner do it."
Yu Wanwan scratched her head and began to negotiate with him: "Why don't we just not tell Feihan? This is a secret between the two of us."
Mo Zhou fell silent.
He was clearly very interested in the word "secret," but he still had a long internal struggle between not letting Wanwan do it and asking her for help.
Yu Wanwan sensed that he was starting to soften, so she quickly grabbed his hand and shook it: "Mo Zhou, please, I'm really hungry."
Hearing the little female say she was hungry, Mo Zhou gritted his teeth and finally gave up his seat: "Just light the fire, I'll do the rest."
This was his final concession, for the sake of the little female's belly.
Mo Zhou thought to himself.
Yu Wanwan took the flint from Mo Zhou's hand, deftly tapped it up and down, and sparks immediately appeared.
The sparks landed on the dry grass and quickly caught fire.
Yu Wanwan took the firewood and placed it on the small flame. She then poked it with a longer twig to make room for it to burn. The flame licked the dry firewood and quickly grew bigger, crackling and popping as it burned.
Upon seeing this, Mo Zhou opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Wanwan, you are amazing."
Wanwan smiled and explained to him, "It's very simple. A fire needs oxygen to burn. Actually, you lit it several times just now, but you put too much firewood in, which compressed out the oxygen, so it wouldn't burn."
Mo Zhou nodded knowingly, but he didn't understand what oxygen was at all. However, he did understand that he couldn't put too much firewood in.
With fire, you can start cooking.
Mo Zhou filled the pot with water, then threw in the rice, and was about to put the lid on.
Yu Wanwan quickly stopped him: "Wait, Mo Zhou, you've added too much water. Do you want some porridge?"
Mo Zhou was very puzzled: "What is porridge?"
What you're cooking now is porridge.
"But I cooked rice!"
His nonchalant attitude left Yu Wanwan both amused and exasperated.
She finally realized that an orc who couldn't even start a fire must also be a complete novice in the kitchen.
Fei Han also said that no male can't cook, and given Mo Zhou's behavior, Yu Wanwan felt that it was already a good thing he didn't blow up the kitchen.
However, Mo Zhou's actions were also very much in line with his pampered and comfortable appearance.
Yu Wanwan sighed inwardly.
"Let me do it. Today, I'll let you taste my cooking."
"This won't do!"
Yu Wanwan pulled him to the fire to look at it: "Why not? The fire's already lit, it's fine to cook a meal."
Once it happens, it happens again. Mo Zhou was pinned to the ground, and then Yu Wanwan quickly started preparing the meal.
Actually, her cooking skills are quite good; she used to cook for her parents quite often.
After arriving on the Beastman Continent, with Bai Jing and Fei Han both having excellent cooking skills, she never cooked again.
Today, Yu Wanwan had the opportunity to cook for her loved ones, and she felt very happy.
Cooking her own meals is no problem, but grilling meat is a bit of a hassle.
The pieces of grilled meat they ate were all very large, and Yu Wanwan wasn't very confident about controlling the heat.
Fortunately, although Mo Zhou couldn't cook, he was familiar with grilling meat. The meat was cooked perfectly, and Yu Wanwan brushed on the prepared sauce and grilled it for a while before serving all the prepared dishes.
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