He Hua was sweating all over because she was busy making the fire and rolling the dough. She wiped the sweat off her face and looked at the pot of fried dough curiously.
Her cheeks were red from the heat. When she saw Bai Wenjing put the dough aside, she thought it was done. "Sister, are these all done? Do you want to return the firewood in the pot hole?"
No. Bai Wenjing shook her head. don't retreat yet. Stick to the charcoal in the pot.
"Oh, okay."
He Hua still didn't understand what her elder sister-in-law was doing. She just looked at her in a daze. Before she could ask, she heard the girl's crying.
"The child is awake. I'll go and see him."
"Alright, you can go," Bai Wenjing said.
The oil in the pan was still boiling, so Bai Wenjing went to check on the fire and the bread in the basin. The bread was getting cold slowly, so she took them out and spread them out. When they were cold, Bai Wenjing put them back into the pan and fried them.
