Yin Zhu lit a match stick and then placed it inside the small room heater where the coals dripped in oil were, at once the coals ignited, lighting up the room as Yin Zhu closed the brazier with its lid shut tight. Fortunately, her clumsiness did not strike again because it would have been really annoying for her to burn down a cottage again.
" Well, it's almost time for everyone to lay off work, of course, the carriage was full," said father Yin as he turned his attention to the vegetable stew that was bubbling on the stove. " But it's fine as long as you two return home on time."
