Ji Ruyan pulled at the corners of her mouth, forcing a smile, "It's fine, it's just that your house is indeed too humble."
Yuanzhao's face flushed with embarrassment, "Ever since I became sensible, I've always lived here by myself. You take a look around, I'll go make some mushroom soup."
"How about I give you a hand?"
Ji Ruyan suggested.
In fact, she also had something embarrassing to say—she had given Yuanzhao so many mushrooms mainly because she wanted to mooch a bowl and have a good taste of it.
Seeing that she was not mocking him, Yuanzhao nodded, "Alright, follow me."
Following Yuanzhao, they reached a cooking area behind the thatched cottage. Calling it a cooking area was a stretch—it was more like something made out of yellow mud mixed with pebbles.
Once it rained, this cooking area would definitely be unusable.
But this man, he skillfully started a fire and added wood, then cleaned a sand pot that was not damaged in any way.
