Ye Lingyu didn't eat the lychees that were given to her.
She brought over the greens and asked, quite puzzled, "Wife, why didn't you eat the thing that was with the greens?"
"I ate breakfast this morning and then went up the mountain, but I haven't had time yet."
"Then I'll go wash it for you, and I'll start the fire later. You can try it and see if it tastes good."
Cheng Qingyan skipped over to Ye Lingyu's room and took out half a lychee.
Despite Ye Lingyu looking like she hadn't bathed in eight hundred years, with her body and face covered in dirt, her room was surprisingly tidy.
Although there wasn't much for her to pack.
Cheng Qingyan picked the lychees one by one and soaked them in water in a wooden basin-like container.
Ye Lingyu had already lit the fire; all that was needed was to add more firewood for it to burn.
Cheng Qingyan urged her to try the fruit to see if it tasted good, while he himself took a small wooden stick and added firewood to the fire in a very serious manner.
Ye Lingyu ate lychees while watching Cheng Qingyan slowly extinguish the raging flames with firewood.
She herself was choked by the thick smoke and was coughing and tearing up.
Surprisingly, she didn't even know how to burn firewood.
Cheng Qingyan couldn't do something that even a three-year-old could do.
Finally, Cheng Qingyan looked at Ye Lingyu, who was eating lychees, with a pitiful expression and teary eyes. She realized that Ye Lingyu didn't seem to have any intention of helping her, and she felt a little embarrassed.
Her face was also a little red, I don't know if it was from coughing or from embarrassment.
"There are twenty-three in total. I ate eleven. You can eat the rest. I'll start the fire."
"Lychee," Ye Lingyu said, referring to the lychees in the basin.
"I won't eat it, I don't like it. You can have it all, I'll just have porridge." Whether she really didn't like it or was just pretending, only she knew.
She herself is a huge lychee lover; otherwise, why would she possibly grow lychee trees in her luxurious home, which is filled with limited-edition skins and decorations?
It's all because they like it that they specifically cleared a plot of land next to it to plant lychee trees.
In life, when the season comes, I can't help but fly over to the lychee orchard to eat my fill.
She can eat a thousand lychees if she eats three hundred lychees a day!
Now that she can eat at home without leaving the house, she really doesn't need to compete with Ye Lingyu for this little bit of food.
After spending the last two days together, Ye Lingyu had come to understand her a little better. The current Cheng Qingyan meant what she didn't like; she wasn't the fickle person she used to be.
The fire was quickly lit, and Cheng Qingyan squatted down as well.
"Why did it go out while I was burning it? It was working fine before."
Ye Lingyu picked up a piece of wood that she had pulled from the fire earlier: "This firewood is hardwood, so it's harder to start. If you put too much in at once, it will extinguish the flames that were already burning."
He then demonstrated: "Like this, add firewood little by little, and wait for the fire to grow bigger before continuing to add more firewood, and it won't go out."
Cheng Qingyan picked up the wooden stick next to her, eager to try: "Can we put it in now?"
"It's possible, but it's best to wait a bit longer."
So Cheng Qingyan carefully observed the fire's burning and, under Ye Lingyu's guidance, gradually made the fire burn brighter.
As the flames roared to life, Cheng Qingyan felt a surge of accomplishment.
Learning has no end, and the sea of knowledge is boundless; indeed, practice makes perfect.
She had actually messed up something as seemingly simple as starting a fire before. But luckily, she's clever, and now she doesn't need Ye Lingyu to tell her when to add firewood; she can judge for herself when to add it and when not to.
Watching the flames grow stronger and stronger, Cheng Qingyan clapped her hands happily, just like a child, applauding herself.
"Wow, it really caught fire, and the flames are burning brightly! Wife, look! Aren't I amazing!"
Although she didn't know why she was so happy to have the firewood burning, Ye Lingyu wasn't one to spoil the mood, so she smiled and looked at her, which was a form of affirmation.
But this person is really persistent; they still care about the fact that I asked them if it was okay this morning.
The steaming hot vegetable porridge, though bland to the extreme, tasted better today than yesterday's, because Cheng Qingyan had helped cook it.
After a bowl of hot porridge, I felt warm and cozy all over.
Winter is fast approaching, and given their current situation, if they don't take action soon, they'll have no choice but to huddle together for warmth.
After finishing her meal, Cheng Qingyan lay down on the straw mat, the cold wind blowing into the room from the roof and the cracked walls. Even though she was buried in the slightly moldy cotton, she still couldn't feel any warmth.
After barely managing to fall asleep, I was woken up by the cold.
She kept sneezing; oh no, she's definitely caught a cold!
In modern times, catching a cold is just a matter of drinking more hot water and taking some cold medicine, and you can usually get through it. But she's in ancient times now!
In an era when a cold or fever could easily kill someone, what could we do? There wasn't even enough food to eat, let alone medicine!
She rushed to Ye Lingyu's room in a panic, crying.
Ye Lingyu was fast asleep when she heard crying coming from inside the room, which startled her!
Something dirty has come in!
He clenched his fists tightly under the covers, pretending he was still asleep.
But after waiting for a while, she could only hear sobbing; there was no other sound.
Mustering his courage, he stood up and asked, "Who? Who's there?"
There wasn't even a light in their house.
At this moment, it was impossible to see who was squatting next to his straw mat; it was dim and dark, and he could only see a dark shadow.
Ye Lingyu couldn't help but feel the urge to run away, but she didn't know who could outrun her or this filthy thing!
I stepped back, trying to get away from the shadowy figure, but to my surprise, the shadowy figure stood up on its own!
She cried out in a nasal voice, "My wife, it's me."
Hearing Cheng Qingyan's voice, Ye Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief. But then she thought about how she had almost been scared to death by her, and became a little angry.
"Why are you squatting next to my straw mat in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? And you're crying?"
When not questioned, she only sobbed softly. But after Ye Lingyu asked that question, Cheng Qingyan's crying became louder.
Although they live at the very back of the village with few neighbors around, they are not afraid of disturbing the peace.
But in the middle of the night, Cheng Qingyan suddenly burst into tears for no reason, which was somewhat eerie.
Ye Lingyu got up from the shop, lit some straw with a tinderbox, and then lit a small pile of firewood.
"Come sit here and tell me what happened that you had to come to my shop in the middle of the night to cry."
Cheng Qingyan walked over crying and sat down in front of the fire.
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