"As I grow up, my strongest ability is my strong physique. Mr. Yan, give me an afternoon and I will clean up this place."
Song Xiang praised Haikou, and before Yan Han could say anything, she ran to the canteen at the entrance of the village to buy basic daily necessities.
No matter how squeamish Yan Han was, he would not allow himself to be taken care of by a woman. Song Xiang was halfway through the shopping trip when she found Yan Han coming to pick her up with a stern face.
He frowned and took away the things in her hand and walked back quickly.
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows and wanted to say thank you, but Yan Han said: "Stop talking, save your energy."
All right.
The two returned to the small yard. Yan Han first checked the circuit in the yard and made sure that there was no problem. At least the newly purchased electric fan could be plugged in.
Song Xiang was responsible for cleaning, wiping the bed and lighting mosquito coils in every corner.
The harder she worked, the more Yanhan could bear it, breaking through the bottom line of squeamishness again and again, just like a child comparing herself to others.
Forget about everything else, there was one thing that Song Xiang never dared to say.
She looked around and saw that there was no toilet.
We absolutely can't say anything at this stage, otherwise Yan Han would definitely turn his back and leave on the spot.
Just as he was thinking this, Yan Han, who was choked by dust, turned around and saw Song Xiang rolling his eyes.
"What bad idea are you thinking of again?"
Song Xiang smiled slightly, "No, I just want to wait for what to have for dinner."
Yan Han glanced at his watch and found that it was past three o'clock without realizing it. He hadn't eaten anything since getting off the plane. Song Xiangyi said that he did feel hungry.
Among the things they brought, the old lady kept all the edible ones, and had to deal with the rest. However, the woman they brought was a kitchen waste and could not be relied on at all.
"I'll go to the entrance of the village to buy some rice, and then come back with some cooked food." Song Xiang whispered the plan.
Yan Han frowned and thought that you might as well just buy noodles. He didn't think Song Xiang could cook any decent meal using the earthen stove in the kitchen.
But Song Xiang's steps were too fast. He grabbed the money and ran out, just like a kid who was having fun playing house.
After a while, he came running back and stood in the yard shouting loudly.
"Mr. Yan, can you help me light the fire later?"
Yan Han: "..."
No wonder my eyelids kept twitching, it was indeed a sign.
He threw down the broom and went out, walked to the kitchen door and swept around. The stove must have been unused for a long time, and it was obviously abandoned.
"You sit in the back, then use a lighter to light the hay, add a match, and just stare at the fire." Song Xiang started the class on the spot.
Yan Yan gave her a cold look and said coolly: "I'm not a fool."
Song Xiang pursed his lips, "Then you haven't played it before."
Sure enough, this woman was just playing house.
"Hurry up and cook it. I'll wash the rice right away." Song Xiang urged.
Yan Han didn't want to talk anymore, walked carefully behind the stove, and lit the fire according to the procedure Song Xiang said.
Not difficult and easy to ignite.
Song Xiang's operation seemed to be fine, including adding water, rice, and covering the pot.
Yan Han looked worried and frowned the whole time.
Song Xiang went shopping at the entrance of the village. He also bought cooked vegetables and put them on the table. They didn't look very shabby.
However, Yan Han has no appetite. No matter how hungry he is, his stomach still maintains the lowest acceptable limit. Cooked vegetables with a layer of oil are really not within his acceptable range.
The temperature in front of the stove was too high, so he lit a fire and went out not long after.
Song Xiang looked at the pot with bright eyes. When the time was almost up, he opened the lid.