"Why don't I do it? These are not the kind of chores that Madam should be doing," the maid said anxiously.
"No need. This is the only thing I can do for Qinghe. I hope it can make up for something for her." Qin Wanru's tone was full of apology.
Maid: "???"
A look of confusion crossed her face. What was the lady talking about? Why did she need to make up for the young mistress?
At this moment, Qin Wanru suddenly exclaimed, "Oh dear, we were delayed just now, and the fire is about to go out!"
The maid handed her a bamboo tube and said with a smile, "Madam, it's alright. Just blow on it with this fire-blowing tube and it will reignite."
"Is this how it is?" Following the other person's gestures, Qin Wanru put the bellows into the stove and started blowing.
Soon a huge pile of ashes came out.
"Oh dear, Madam, be gentle!" the maid exclaimed. "You can't be so rough!"
Seeing the maid's slightly dark face, Qin Wanru felt a little embarrassed. She had dodged quickly, but the maid hadn't been able to.
"I understand." Qin Wanru then leaned over the stove and gently blew into the bellows.
Sure enough, the fire, which was about to go out, suddenly became much brighter, and there were more sparks.
Seeing this, she became even more motivated. She gently blew on the flames, and soon the flickering fire grew larger and larger, and a roaring fire broke out in the stove.
"You can add firewood now," the maidservant hurriedly reminded her.
Qin Wanru nodded, her slender fingers rummaging through the pile of firewood. After picking and choosing for a while, she finally picked out the largest piece of firewood and put it in.
This "many children, many blessings" porridge needs to be cooked for a very long time, so it's better to use a larger piece of firewood as it can withstand longer cooking time.
However, the fire that had just started was almost extinguished again when such a huge piece of firewood was stuffed in.
Startled, Qin Wanru immediately picked up a blowpipe and blew on it repeatedly until the fire was stabilized.
As the large piece of firewood was lit, the fire in the stove grew bigger and bigger.
Soon, the pot started sizzling, and Qin Wanru was overjoyed: "The water's boiling! The water's boiling!"
He hurriedly got up and put in all sorts of precious ingredients and medicinal herbs that he had prepared.
Next, Qin Wanru would occasionally adjust the heat in the stove while constantly stirring the pot to prevent the porridge from burning.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Qin Wanru was so tired that her back ached. Fortunately, the "Many Children, Many Blessings" porridge in the pot was beginning to take shape and gradually became thicker.
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