The breath she expelled while coughing brought out more ashes from the bottom of the pot, making her little face increasingly black.
Lu Tingli, usually expressionless, couldn't help but crack a smile now.
"I, I really can cook, it's just that I don't know how to start a fire." Seeing him trying not to laugh while staring at her, Xia Ningxing touched her nose awkwardly.
"Forget it, I'll start the fire." Lu Tingli shook his head, reverted to his impassive poker face with a touch of resignation, and walked over to squat in front of the stove.
He expertly grabbed a handful of straw, lit it with a match, stuffed it into the bottom of the pot, followed by some wood, and the flames suddenly surged, burning steadily for a long time.
Xia Ningxing watched the flames dancing cheerfully under the pot as if silently mocking her for not knowing how to do something as simple as lighting a fire.
