The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

"Oh I got it."

Song Chuyi nodded as if he understood, but didn't ask any more questions.

The firewood in the house was chopped when Tufan came. Perhaps because he had been a soldier and still kept exercising, his physical strength was excellent.

After he participated in that episode, all the firewood he chopped filled up half of the firewood room.

After all, they don't live here permanently, and they use it sporadically when cooking and making fire for each show, and it is only now that it has almost been used up.

Mu Kunyou was chopping firewood in the hall, his body was relatively flabby compared to Tufan's previous one.

According to complaints from old fans in the live broadcast room, there is absolutely no comparison.

A man with muscular and angular features, his sweaty figure made the girls scream in surprise and take screenshots to save the whole thing.

And one of them was so chopping that the flesh trembled.

Well, how should I comment on him? He is just an ordinary middle-aged man.

Mu Kunyou: I'm just helping to chop firewood, are you being polite?

I picked up dry branches that had fallen on the ground in the mountains, cut them into small pieces with a sickle so that they could be put in a backpack and brought down. After they were dried, they were split into long pieces of firewood for easy use.

If you have oily substances such as dry pine cones or dry fallen leaves, mixing them with firewood as ignition materials and placing them together on the stove will be the best combination to burn.

Dry firewood is piled into a well shape, leaving a gap in the middle to allow a continuous supply of oxygen while the fire is burning.

When working in the kitchen, making fire and cooking is a piece of cake, not to mention that now we are making a fire in an open space. Without any obstacles, the speed of making a fire is much faster.

Following the advice of Mo Hepu's family, they found a piece of sand outside the kitchen and started to build a fire.

They threw mud balls into the firewood pile as it burned, making the distinctive sound of burning.

Fortunately, their fire-making skills were pretty good, although the beggar's chicken was thrown too accurately and the fire was somewhat extinguished.

But thanks to the efforts of several people to save it, the fire finally continued to burn.

"I finally understand why some people like to get angry and dazed. Watching this daze is really fascinating."

You Qu and Song Chuyi gathered around the fire, watching the flames rise and fall, somewhat immersed in it.

Youqu stared at the flames with lifeless eyes and muttered to himself.

"My mom said that if you play with fire at night, you will wet the bed."

Song Chuyi sat on a small stool, hugging her knees, resting her chin on them, also in a daze.

The words she spoke didn't sound like a female star at all, they were full of Northeastern dialect.

Lin Shengpu crossed his arms across his chest. Although he said that he was disgusted with Song Chuyi's behavior, he couldn't bear to see her being emo.

He raised his chin towards Bai Menggui and said provocatively.

"Do you believe that I can get her out of this state with just one word?"

Bai Menggui recently completed the procedures for adopting a child and is now waiting for the recording to end so that he can take the child home.

During this period, I am always cheerful and smiling.

Seeing his old partner being a jerk again, he didn't cooperate, just nodded and casually said a letter.

"Hey, that's no fun. You should just say you don't believe it. That way I'll feel a sense of accomplishment when I do it."

Lin Shengpu pointed at him with a look of dissatisfaction at his attitude.

He just didn't believe that his old friend didn't understand what he meant and was pretending to understand him.

[I don’t sleep until the moon falls asleep: I really love the way these two get along. 】

【Bubble Gum: I also want to have such a good friend, singing the same tune and getting along with each other tacitly. 】

[Lizard Chameleon: I had such a friend when I was in school, but as we grew up, time made us drift further and further apart, and now we haven’t been in touch for a long time. 】

[The Third Prince of the Dragon King of the East Sea: Time is a butcher's knife. ]

[Confused Baby: I always feel that the above sentence is a bit wrong. Did you curse the above? (?-_?)??]

[Lizard Chameleon: Hey! Damn, I wouldn't have noticed it otherwise! Who do you think time killed?! ]

The people in the recording of the quarrel on the barrage didn't know that at this moment, Lin Shengpu, after arguing with Bai Menggui for a few words, moved closer to Song Chuyi.

"A few months ago, it felt hot when I lit the fire, and a few months later, it felt cold. Now it's just the right time to light the fire, neither too hot nor too cold."

His sudden words caused the three people who were furious to shift their gazes away from the fire and look at Lin Shengpu.

Who is Lin Shengpu? He is obviously well-informed. He has never missed any of the speeches and parties. The gazes of these people are nothing to him.

But when he saw Song Chuyi's eyes full of doubt (Are you okay?), he glared at Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi subconsciously shrank his neck when he was glared at by him.

"Don't waste such a good fire. Wrap some sweet potatoes and corn in tin foil and roast them on the side. You can still eat them when the time comes."

Lin Shengpu originally wanted to exchange a few pleasantries before speaking, but seeing this situation, he was too lazy to waste time and just spoke directly.

Song Chuyi suddenly realized what was going on after hearing this. She was stunned. How could she not have thought of such a crucial thing?

She slapped her thigh while sitting on the bench, stood up, and ran to the kitchen with Youqu.

Wen Chen and Lin Shengpu looked at each other, their eyes full of smiles.

The fire was too fierce, so they didn't dare get too close. They had to use fire tongs to carefully place it on the side.

In just a short while, the previous melancholy mood had disappeared, and now the two children's minds were full of thoughts about how long it would take to eat the roasted corn and sweet potatoes.

They went to ask Lin Shengpu and others, and Lin Shengpu and others shook their heads, saying that they had never done it and they didn't know.

They went to ask their grandfather and grandmother, but they were not sure either, so they tried to find the childhood fun in their long-forgotten memories.

"Bake for an hour?"

Neither of them was sure about what they said, so Song Chuyi and You Qu discussed the transfer and decided to compromise and bake it for an hour and a half.

"Can you guys eat more? You're all very full from eating just now."

Seeing how excited the two were, Bai Menggui was afraid that the corn was not ripe yet, so he turned it over from time to time.

He thought to himself, it's a good thing that the leaves on the outside of the corn have not been peeled off yet, so there is a layer of protection. Otherwise, if two people turned it over, it would fall to the ground. I'm afraid that when I really eat it, I will have a mouthful of dust.

Song Chuyi patted his belly and said with a smile.

"I'm also moving around right now, excreting and digesting, so there's still some space in my stomach."

She said it without reservation, and Bai Menggui couldn't help but shake his head helplessly when he heard it.