On the open space outside the kitchenette.

Rong Qingqing grabbed a handful of melon seeds in her hand, and while eating them, she watched the man chopping firewood.

I really didn't expect that a person like Xie Jingrun would be as rough as chopping firewood.

Moreover, each piece of wood was chopped exactly, as if it had been measured with a ruler.

It's so strange!

A pride of heaven like Xie Jingrun not only knows how to chop firewood, but also chops so well. It's really weird. Could it be that he actually chops firewood before?

But it's impossible!

How could Xie Jingrun need to chop firewood?

"Puff!" she thought, while spitting out the melon seed skin from her mouth.

Xie Jingrun raised his axe and was about to chop firewood down, suddenly, a melon seed skin fell lightly to his feet. His blue veins jumped, suddenly stopped, looked at the girl beside him, and gritted his teeth and said, "Rong Qingqing..."

"Have you ever chopped firewood before?" Rong Qingqing interrupted him.

Xie Jingrun was stunned for a moment, "Yes." He bent down, straightened Chai He, then raised his axe and slashed it down.

"Bang!"

Rong Qingqing was a little scared inexplicably.

Is this guy intentional?

"Puff!" She spitted another piece of melon seed skin.

"Why?" she was really curious and couldn't help asking.

Xie Jingrun picked up the chopped firewood and sent it into the kitchen.

Rong Qingqing stopped eating melon seeds and hurriedly followed her in.

Looking at the man squatting beside the stove making a fire, she leaned over and said, "Xie Jingrun, you are really weird."

Xie Jingrun glanced at her, "What's so strange?"

"Isn't it strange enough to know how to chop firewood?" Rong Qingqing looked at him with bright eyes, "Are you naughty when you were a child and were punished by the old marquis to chop firewood?" Otherwise, why could he chop firewood so well? That skillful stance was not something that the first time someone chopped firewood was able to do. He obviously practiced it.

The flames in the stove were ignited at this time and suddenly rushed up, reflecting the man's somewhat dark eyebrows and eyes a little red.

Hearing the girl's words, he suddenly raised his head and looked at her with a smile, "So interested in my affairs?"

Rong Qingqing was stunned for a moment, took a step back, and said uncomfortablely: "I'm just curious."

Xie Jingrun's lips curled up and suddenly said, "When I was twelve years old, I followed my grandfather to the border. He asked me to start as a young man, but at that time, I was arrogant and unruly, so I was punished to go to the Chef's camp."

Rong Qingqing was a little surprised when she heard this.

It turns out that he has been a soldier and a kid, no wonder he can chop firewood so well.

She could imagine that Xie Jingrun was arrogant when he first entered the military camp, but his iron-blooded grandfather directly sent to the Chef's camp.

"So that's it." She nodded, feeling a little gloating. Unexpectedly, a person like Xie Jingrun was suppressed and unable to move.

Xie Jingrun narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you happy?"

"No." Rong Qingqing looked sternly, thought for a while, and said, "Since you have been a kid in the kid camp, you will definitely have a kid, right?"

"No." Xie Jingrun denied without thinking, "The fire has already been born for you. When will you start cooking?"

"Xie Jingrun, let's eat dumplings tonight." Cunning flashed in Rong Qingqing's eyes.

Xie Jingrun glanced at her, "Whatever."
Chapter completed!