At this time, Jun Mohan saw that the bellows next to the stove was closed. He reached out and pulled it, and the bellows opened. He said, "You forgot to open the bellows. There is no air inside, so of course you can't light the fire."
Mu Lingwei looked at him blankly, with a look of disbelief on her face, "How can there be such a thing as a bellows?"
Seeing that her face was dirty, Jun Mohan suddenly laughed and said, "When I was in the military camp, I followed the Huotou Army for a while. The bellows can control the fire."
At this time, he pulled the bellows again, and saw that some sparks finally appeared in the stove. Soon, the thick smoke was replaced by firelight.
"I didn't expect that the prince would light a fire, so please help watch it. You must guard it and don't let the fire go out." Mu Lingwei became happy.
She went to pour the vegetables and rice in the basket onto the chopping board. She had already put water in the pot.
She prepared to wash the rice in a basin. The water well was in the kitchen and the water was convenient.
"How much rice should be put in?" she asked suddenly.
At this time, Jun Mohan suddenly raised his head. He was guarding the fire carefully, for fear that she would cause trouble for him if the fire went out.
Suddenly, he saw soot on his face, and Mu Lingwei suddenly burst out laughing: "The majestic King Anyang is reduced to lighting a fire and cooking by himself. Haha, it's a pity that I don't have a mirror now. Otherwise, I should really let him go."
See for yourself, your face..."
Jun Mo Han glared at her and said seriously: "If you want to drink a basin of water, look at your face first. I didn't laugh at you. I was trying to save you face. Instead, you laughed at me."
Mu Lingwei then approached the basin and saw that she had spent too much money than him, and her face and forehead were covered with black soot.
Immediately, her face turned cold and she pretended to be angry: "Have you been holding back your laughter for a long time and wanted to laugh at me?"
At this time, Jun Mohan also laughed, holding his belly again, and said loudly: "Yes, I have wanted to laugh for a long time. I didn't expect that Dr. Mu, who is not afraid of anything, is afraid of making fire for cooking. I really don't know what will happen in the future.
How can you support yourself without anyone to take care of you? Do you want me to send you some maids?" He almost blurted out.
Mu Lingwei didn't think it was funny at all. Did he really want Shang Yang to send her away?
She finally didn't have to go to Anyang Prince's Mansion, and she didn't have to worry about it all the time. She was even more afraid of her life. She was so happy to finally leave.
Without knowing it or knowing what Mu Lingwei was thinking, she poured the entire bag of rice into the pot.
Jun Mohan quickly stopped him and said, "Did you put too much rice in?"
Only then did Mu Lingwei react, but she wanted to scoop up the rice, but it was already in the pot and she was too lazy to scoop it up.
So she poured the water from the basin into the pot again and said awkwardly: "There is too little water." Originally, there was enough water, but she just put too much rice.
She added: "Put more firewood, don't let the fire go out, and cook more porridge. Lord Shang and the others can come and eat later."
Jun Mohan honestly added some firewood without saying anything. Only he knew that Shang Yang and the others would not come back at all.
Soon, the rice in the pot was swollen, and there was still a little water. Mu Lingwei scooped up cold water and added it to the pot, "My lord, help me stir it up, you are strong."
Jun Mohan took the long spatula and started stirring the rice again. He still felt that there was a bit too much rice. If he wanted to make porridge, he would need to add a little more water.
He added: "Pour some more water in."
Mu Lingwei also stirred, "Do you want more water?"
The last thing that appeared was half-dry and half-thin porridge, which was still burnt. It was a full pot, but the fire was not extinguished. Jun Mohan had a lot of strength, and the bellows whirred when he pulled it, and the stove was also burning.
Red.
Mu Lingwei quickly stopped: "Don't add more firewood, the porridge is burnt, put out the fire first..."
"I finally made the fire big." Jun Mohan commanded: "How about you serve the porridge quickly?" He turned off the bellows again to prevent the air from flowing into the stove, so that the fire became smaller.
"Oh." She went to find the shovel honestly and said, "But it's been cooked too much, and I don't know where to put it."
"Put it in a basin." He said directly.
Mu Lingwei went to get the basin again, and immediately the two of them made the kitchen full of smoke. Because the porridge in the pot was too hot, she almost overturned the wooden basin, and almost knocked the porridge on her body and burned herself.
Fortunately, Jun Mohan had quick eyes and quick hands and gave her a hand. Mu Lingwei was not burned, but her fingers were still burned.
He quickly took her hand and put it in the bucket, whispering: "Does it hurt?"
Mu Lingwei quickly shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."
"The back of your hand is red and you still say it doesn't hurt. Why are you so stupid?"
He then said deliberately: "Ask your master to apply the ointment for the burn on you."
Mu Lingwei quickly grabbed her hand, her heart beating loudly. Why did Jun Mohan suddenly become so gentle? She was not used to it.
Jun Mohan lost his hand and coughed awkwardly: "You can do it yourself."
In order to resolve the embarrassment, he added: "What are you going to do with these dishes?"
"If possible, I would like to stir-fry a plate of crispy green pepper and potato shreds and cook a three-fresh soup. Alas, it's a pity that it's not realistic. Let's wait until Zhen'er comes. Not only can I not cook, I can't even boil it.
Porridge is also like this..."
At this time, Jun Mohan went to find two more bowls, scooped out a bowl of porridge, tasted it, and said: "Except for a little mushy taste, everything else is fine. I happen to be hungry. I'll drink it first."
bowl."
The next moment I saw that he was eating with gusto and didn't even feel disgusted at all.
Mu Lingwei stared at him in disbelief and murmured: "Jun Mohan, did you take the wrong medicine... Can you eat food like this?"
"It's quite delicious." He smiled.
At this time, Mu Lingwei was also a little hungry. She also picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. There was no taste except for the paste and bitterness. It was extremely unpalatable.
She grabbed his bowl again and said, "Stop eating, you have never had such a terrible meal in your life."
"I have eaten something a hundred times worse than this."
"For a noble prince like you, you can't coax me." Mu Lingwei exposed him directly.
"I did not tell lies. When I was ambushed and hit with several arrows, I finally fell off the cliff. At that time, I had forgotten what rice looked like. I ate bark, roots, and insects every day in order to survive.
After coming down, I also ate raw fish. The streams were frozen in winter, so the fish was particularly easy to catch. I had to eat raw fish for half a month to survive. Finally, Bai Changyan saved me. He put a
The people who were about to die were dragged out." He said calmly, his face calm, as if he was talking about someone else's affairs.
Mu Lingwei didn't expect that he would tell her this. His legs were probably disabled at that time.
"Your leg will definitely heal." She said, "For a case like yours, the chance of cure is very high. I can heal your leg before leaving."