The aroma of cooking filled the house: I sent my eldest brother to become the Grand Secretary.

Ji Lingfeng looked at the medicine and dry food left by 'Shen Chen' on the table.

"Master, what are these?"

Ji Lingfeng heard Shen Cao's last words.

“Brother Ji, now that you’re awake, I’ll leave these medicines to you.”

"No one lives in my house now, you can sleep in the bedroom."

"I've prepared food for you in advance. I probably won't be coming again unless there's something else."

"The journey through life is long, but we hope to meet again someday."

Then he fled as if he were a plague.

Shen Cao ran away as soon as she left the kitchen, afraid that Ji Feng would cling to her.

I have already left him plenty of food and medicine, which is more than enough.

As for anything else, she neither wanted to nor dared to do it.

She's just an ordinary person now.

Given that the other party's identity was unknown, she dared not openly save him.

She still has a large family to support.

In novels, the female protagonist often picks up a random person on the street and generously helps them, but in the end, the person she saves is always either a great general or a prince.

The chances of that happening are extremely small.

Shen Cao only wanted her family to be safe; she couldn't let anyone die in her home, but she also couldn't be too proactive.

Hopefully, the other party will treat this rescue as a chance encounter, and ideally, they can forget about it altogether, which would save her a lot of unnecessary trouble.

After Shen Cao returned, she quietly went in through the back door and changed her older brother's clothes back.

Everything happened without anyone knowing.

"Father, Mother, let me help you make wontons."

Shen Cao washed her hands and pretended that nothing had happened.

"These were left behind by that person."

He Yu rummaged through the items and found some external wound medicine and about ten vegetable dumplings.

There was no trace of chicken soup; the fragrant chicken soup was completely gone, not even a crumb remained.

On a beach in Xin'an County, several children are roasting and eating sweet potatoes.

Recently, they've really enjoyed playing a game called "house."

A group of people pretend to be customers and run a restaurant.

Originally, they were just playing with some stones, shells, and leaves, but that wasn't enough. Someone suggested that they could roast sweet potatoes.

Every time they play, Li Xiaoyu always insists on being the chef and cooking for everyone.

Since Grandma started bringing home delicious boxed lunches every day, Li Xiaoyu, who was originally thin due to malnutrition, has gradually gained some weight.

Moreover, she made some great friends and had a lot of fun with them every day.

Ever since she ate that delicious boxed lunch, she wanted to one day cook just as well.

Grandma always felt that she was too young and never let her into the kitchen.

During this time, they were playing house, and she pretended to be a chef who could cook. Every time she saw her friends pretending to eat the food she made with relish, she felt extremely satisfied.

Today they brought some ingredients from their own homes; some brought sweet potatoes, and some brought potatoes.

I plan to bake it.

The group first found a dry place and dug a large pit.

They piled up the collected firewood in the pit, intending to start a fire.

She used to help her grandmother boil water, so she knows how to start a fire.

She skillfully picked up the tinderbox, blew on it, grabbed a handful of dry wood, and lit it.

Then, put the lit firewood into the pit, which was filled with wooden sticks.

"Great, it's on fire."

When the others saw Xiaoyu skillfully light the fire, they clapped happily.

But their joy was short-lived. After the firewood in the pit burned out, the sticks failed to ignite, and the fire went out.

"That's how my grandma lit it; it ignites instantly," Li Xiaoyu said, scratching her head in confusion.

"There must be too little firewood." Shen Wan suddenly realized.

The firewood caught fire quickly; if we gather more firewood, we should be able to light it.

So, apart from Li Xiaoyu, the group scattered to find firewood that was easy to light.

There were many of them, and they quickly gathered a large pile of hay.

Following the same method as before, Li Xiaoyu first took a handful of dry grass, lit it, and put it into the pit, then kept adding more dry grass to the pit.

The fire quickly spread, making their faces feel hot.

Li Xiaoyu had no choice but to take a stick and start adding hay.

The hay burned very quickly, and in no time a pile of hay was burned up. The others quickly ran to collect more.

After going back and forth twice more, the stick in the pit was finally lit.

"Great! The sticks are burning! We can roast sweet potatoes now."

The group brought out new wooden sticks, stuck potatoes and sweet potatoes on them, and started roasting.

From a distance, everyone looked like they were holding a stick, holding it up to roast potatoes or sweet potatoes over the fire.

The potatoes and sweet potatoes that they had washed were quickly blackened by the smoke.

Her little face was flushed red from the heat, and when I gently pinched it, it was still rock hard.

"I know, we should throw the potatoes and sweet potatoes into the fire to roast." Li Xiaoyu suddenly remembered that her grandmother used to roast sweet potatoes in the oven.

She was the first to throw the sweet potato, along with the stick, into the fire pit.

Some people didn't believe her and continued to hold up the grill.

Because they used the sticks as tools to skewer potatoes and sweet potatoes, they didn't have any extra firewood.

The fire quickly dwindled and then slowly went out.

The other people were holding up their grilled food, which was only cooked on the surface, but they still scrambled to eat it, finding it delicious.

After the fire was extinguished, Li Xiaoyu rummaged around in the pit for a while and found the sweet potato she had just thrown in.

The sweet potato was roasted until it was completely black. She carefully poked it with a stick; it was very soft.

"My sweet potatoes are roasted until soft!" she shouted happily.

The friends who were originally gathered together to share the half-cooked food quickly gathered around.

To show off her roasted sweet potatoes, Li Xiaoyu made a pair of chopsticks out of thin wooden sticks, peeled off the skin of the sweet potatoes, and revealed the white, roasted sweet potatoes inside.

She picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

It has a sweet, smooth texture and is very fragrant.

"Delicious, so delicious!"

Everyone else who saw her eating couldn't help but drool with envy.

She picked up another piece of food with her chopsticks and offered it to Shen Wan, who was closer to her.

Shen Wan quickly opened her mouth, and saw a happy smile spreading across her face, which was already covered in cigarette ash.

"Delicious, so delicious!" She threw the hard sweet potato she had only taken a few bites of onto the ground.

"Sister Xiaoyu is so amazing, the roasted sweet potatoes are so delicious."

The other children started scrambling to ask Li Xiaoyu for sweet potatoes.

Li Xiaoyu gave everyone a small bite.

Everyone said that this was the best roasted sweet potato they had ever eaten.

"Xiaoyu, your roasted sweet potatoes are delicious, but my older sister's cooking is still the best."

This sentence successfully aroused Li Xiaoyu's competitive spirit, who was originally happy.

"The best meal I've ever had was the boxed lunch my grandma brought back. It was way better than roasted sweet potatoes."

……

"My older sister cooks the best food."

"The boxed lunches my grandma buys are the best."

The kittens suddenly started arguing over which food was the best, each shouting louder and louder, none of them willing to give in.

“Then why don’t you come home with me? I’ll have my sister make it for you, and you’ll know whether I’m lying or not when you try it,” Shen Wan suggested.

“My older sister can even cook poop delicious!” Shen Qingsheng quickly added, afraid that others wouldn’t agree.

I wonder if Shen Cao will be happy to hear that.

Shen Cao was picking vegetables in the kitchen when she saw her younger siblings, whose faces were smeared like little kittens, run up to her with a wronged expression and start complaining.