They came to the foot of the mountain they often visited before.
"Are you sure we're camping here?" Ji Ai'er looked up at the top of the mountain and said.
"I like this place." Jien said. His choice of this place was based solely on feeling, without any rational basis.
Finally, they chose to set up the tent on that flat open space. She looked up and looked around. There was no sign of rolling stones, rolling logs, or weathered rocks above. Moreover, there was a clear mountain spring flowing down from the mountain beside, and from this open space, one could overlook the entire view of the valley. This was actually a very ideal camping site, Ji Ai'er finally evaluated.
Jien didn't do nothing as usual. He actually very consciously helped Ji Ai'er move the things from the car and helped set up the tent. When they finished setting up the simple tent, Jien started a fire on one side, and Ji Ai'er placed the prepared food on the already laid clean plastic film.
But when Ji Ai'er had placed everything, Jien still hadn't started the fire. Instead, he made his face very black. It made her think of Bao Gong.
"Ha ha, your face is so black," Ji Ai'er pointed at Jien's face and laughed heartily.
"How dare you laugh at me!" Jien came over and was actually about to smear his two extremely black hands covered with charcoal dust on Ji Ai'er's face.
"No, help!" Ji Ai'er was scared and ran away, but before she could run two steps, she was hugged by Jien. Then her face also suffered. She could imagine what she looked like at this moment.
"You're even blacker than me, so don't laugh." Jien looked at his masterpiece and said, then let go of Ji Ai'er and continued to squat down to get the fire. It was the first time she saw him working so hard on one thing, and he had the persistence of not giving up until he achieved his goal.
This time he changed his strategy. He didn't directly think about lighting the charcoal. Instead, he lit a candle, let the wax drip on the charcoal, and then placed some dead branches and fallen leaves underneath. The charcoal caught fire very easily. Then he looked up and smiled at Ji Ai'er like a soldier who had won the battle.
Ji Ai'er also smiled because this was a result achieved entirely through Jien's own efforts. Maybe in the eyes of ordinary people, this was a very simple thing, but for Jien, this was already very remarkable.
When Ji Ai'er was flipping and roasting the chicken wings and corn, Jien had already washed his face and returned. Now only Ji Ai'er was the one with the black face. She handed the almost roasted corn to Jien.
"Try it and see if it's too salty!" Ji Ai'er said to Jien.
"Pff, it's bitter!" Jien took a bite and spit it out and said.
"No way! I specially chose sweet corn!" Could it be that she put the wrong seasonings? Ji Ai'er hurriedly took it over, took a bite. No, it was very sweet! "No way!"
"Then you eat it. I want to eat this." Jien reached out and took the chicken wing on the grill. Ji Ai'er was completely defeated by him. Even such childish behavior he did.
"It's very bad. Here you are! I'll roast it myself!" Jien also handed the chicken wing with a bite to Ji Ai'er and was roasting cucumbers himself. Then Ji Ai'er could only stand aside and eat the things he didn't want. Suddenly, she thought whether this was another alternative way for him to show his concern.