The prophet removed the firewood and waited for the smoke to dissipate. Then, he repeated his previous actions and tried to light the firewood.
Huanhuan couldn't stand it anymore.
She picked up a stick and used it as a crutch. She walked over carefully.
"Let me help you."
Huanhuan bent down and set up the firewood on the ground, leaving a gap in the middle. Then, she grabbed a handful of dried leaves, lit them, and stuffed them into the firewood.
She blew hard on the firewood twice.
In a moment, the fire was burning.
The prophet looked at the flames in front of him and couldn't help but laugh. "I'm really useless. I can't even do such a small thing."
Huanhuan quickly said, "The prophet is someone who does great things. You don't have to do such a small thing."
"How do you differentiate between big and small tasks? As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing big in a person's life except life and death."
