qing kuang / reckless / 轻狂

20

The rain has stopped, and the clouds are slowly being blown away by the wind. It looks like it won't rain again tonight, so you can cook with confidence.

Cooking noodles like this at noon is obviously not enough for these people, so although the ingredients they brought were only ham sausage and a package of frozen but melted chicken wings, the seasoning was only salt, so they decided to grill it.

Huo Ran found a stove built by someone else, and cleaned up the ashes inside: "I'll find some wood, and I can find something dry in the under-drenched part of the woods."

"Still going to the woods?" Kou Xiao asked in the tent, she insisted on waiting for the delicious food to be ready before coming out, in case the fellow villagers suddenly killed her with a carbine and robbed her.

"Well, it's alright, just look for it on the side, just bake some sausages and chicken wings, it doesn't take much fire," Huo Ran said, "the stove is used for cooking noodles."

"I'll go with you." Kou Chen answered quickly, and quickly took the swinging stick that he put on the ground into his hand.

"You..." Huo Ran was interrupted before he spoke.

"Take a trekking stick," Kou Chen swung his stick and swayed towards the forest very arrogantly, "It's more useful for me to hold than you."

Huo Ran didn't speak, and followed him with a trekking pole.

There is a certain truth to what Kou Chen said. He not only has a long history of fighting, but also has a long history of being beaten. After all, since he was four or five years old, he was nailed to the railing and almost made into a sausage. He has a very rich life experience.

In fact, if there are no slightly abnormal fellows in the woods, it would not be a problem to find some dry branches on the edge of the woods. If Kou Xiao wanted to, she could come and pick it up by herself.

But at this moment, when Huo Ran picked it up, he had the illusion of serving the people at risk.

"Is this okay?" Kou Chen opened a pile of branches with a throwing stick and asked, pointing to the one below.

"Yes, some can be broken off to see, the skin is wet and the inside is dry." Huo Ran said.

Kou Chen was very motivated, probably because the barbecue was more attractive, and after a while he collected a bundle and carried it to the camp.

Huo Ran also picked up the pile of dead branches he had collected. When he left the woods, he stopped and looked back into the woods again.

He is not afraid of ghosts in the wild. After all, there are no ghosts in the wild, but at this moment he is always a little unsteady. I don't know if it is because he brought a few chickens this time, or because of his former hometown, he sometimes feels that someone is behind him. Avoid peeking.

But it was impractical and unsafe to change camp at this moment, and the next place to camp was at least two hours away.

Lao Yang had already started to boil the water for the noodles, and he was a little worried when he saw the branches they brought back: "Some of them are wet, can you light them?"

"Yes, it's fine." Huo Ran took out two small wooden strips and a small metal pipe from the bag.

"What is this? You came out with firewood?" Kou Chen was a little curious.

One of Kou Chen's greatest strengths is that although he pretends to be forceful, he will never pretend to understand.

"Come on, let me demonstrate it to you. You can use it in the future when you pretend to be forceful. This is called Song Ming..." Huo Ran shook the wooden stick in his hand.