Gu jinghang lit up a small handful of dry grass, then placed a few pieces of firewood on top of it and pushed them into the chamber of the fire. The smell of smoke wafted through the air. He coughed lightly and waved his hand. Xiao ran, don't come behind the stove. It's a big cigarette, you're choking.
Thick smoke suddenly rose from the small stove. Song ran retreated to the side of the stove in a panic.
After a while, Gu jinghang emerged from the thick smoke. He coughed and said, " "It's like this when it comes to village fires."
Song ran nodded. I know. Aunt Wu has also built a small stove in the yard. She said that the rice would be more fragrant that way.
Gu Jingxing walked to the side, picked up two green vegetables, and scooped a ladle of water into the basin. He washed them and rinsed them.