At the beginning, I beat Lazy, and the host is cruel.

Song Baochuan took a deep breath, picked up the cotton-padded clothes on the ground, opened the pigsty door and walked out.

Seeing the thick phlegm that Cao's mother had not wiped off on the ground at the door of the pig pen, she frowned in disgust.

"Where's Cao Lichang?"

Song Baochuan walked to the kitchen and looked at Cao's mother who was adding water to the pot and asked.

Cao's mother glared at Song Baochuan angrily,

"Why are you guys getting up so early? You go and light the fire."

Song Baochuan looked at Ma Cao blankly,

"Why can he sleep and I can't?"

Glancing at the old-fashioned stove, Song Baochuan frowned, "I don't know how to make a fire. Is there no gas at home?"

Looking around the kitchen, this family is really poor.

In addition to a water tank, there were only two pots in the kitchen, and not even a dish rack.

There were some wilted green vegetables and radishes staggering around in the corner, with no meat at all.

We can't just eat chicken, duck, and fish every meal at home. It looks like we have eaten one meal but not another, and every time a mouse comes, he has to put it in the pot.

"哐哐哐~~~"

Cao's mother knocked on the edge of the pot with a spoon, "Since he is the mainstay of the family, he doesn't know how to cook."

Who in the village is willing to use gas? That thing costs money.

If you can just find some branches and wood on the mountain to cook a meal, why spend that money?

"Where to put this cotton-padded jacket?"

Song Baochuan rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Just learn, since lighting a fire won't kill you anyway.

"You won't cover the chair at the door of the room at night."

Cao Ma pointed to the bamboo chair at the door.

Song Baochuan casually put his clothes on the chair and reluctantly walked under the stove.

Seeing that Song Baochuan finally stopped quarreling with her, Cao's mother finally felt a little more comfortable.

"First stuff two handfuls of leaves into the stove, then light a fire. When it's burning, use a fire stick to poke it inside."

Cao's mother added water and directed Song Baochuan while washing vegetables.

Song Baochuan nodded, grabbed two handfuls of leaves and stuffed them into the stove, then picked up the matches and looked at them with furrowed eyebrows.

She opened the matchbox, took out a match, tilted her head back, and struck the match with her eyes closed.

"Click~~~"

"Wow~~~"

The match didn't strike, but it shook all the matches in the matchbox to the ground.

"Ouch~~~"

Song Baochuan exclaimed and was stunned for a moment looking at the matches scattered on the dry leaves.

Cao Ma looked up when she heard the sound and curled her lips in disgust.

"Ouch~~~ It's really useless, pick it up quickly."

A daughter-in-law in the city is really useless except that she is good-looking and rich.

Song Baochuan curled his lips, lowered his head and picked up the visible matches into the matchbox.

After striking four or five matches in succession, I finally struck one.

"Whoo~~~"

Song Baochuan let out a long sigh of relief and blew out the match.

She flinched her neck, stuck out her tongue, and took another match.

With experience, it was easy to strike the match this time.

Song Baochuan held the match with both hands and carefully placed it on the leaves on the stove.

"Hula~~~Crackling~~~"

For the first time, Song Baochuan felt what firewood was like.

The match just fell on the charred leaves, and the flames suddenly started.

She hurriedly looked around for a fire stick. With the stick in both hands, she went to poke the leaves that were burning at the door of the stove.

Accidentally, a few half-burnt leaves fell out of the stove.

There was a floor of dry leaves under the stove. Normally half-burnt leaves with sparks would not burn immediately if they fell into the pile of leaves.

But just now Song Baochuan dropped a lot of matches in the pile of leaves. When the leaves with sparks touched the matches, they burst into flames.

"Ah~~~"

Song Baochuan looked at the sudden flames under his feet and was so frightened that he jumped three feet high.

"Help, it's on fire~~~"

There were dry leaves under the stove, and the fire started instantly.

When Cao Ma raised her head, her eyes almost popped out of her head with fright. She picked up the vegetable basin on the table and threw it directly under the stove.

Song Baochuan reacted and quickly took the ladle to the tank to scoop water.

You took a pot and I took a scoop, and finally put out the fire under the stove.

hmm~~~

The dry leaves under the stove were almost burnt.

Cao's mother trembled her lips and glared at Song Baochuan, who had a gray face.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

It's a good thing she was in the kitchen and didn't go out, otherwise the house wouldn't have been burned down by this damn girl.

"I didn't~~~" Song Baochuan defended aggrievedly, "It fell out on its own and suddenly burned..."

"Rolling, rolling, rolling~~~"

Cao's mother was too lazy to listen to Song Baochuan's explanation and directly handed her a large pot of vegetables on the table.

"You go wash the vegetables in the yard, don't be an eyesore~~"

"It really makes a dog worse than himself~"

There are only two rooms in the house, what should I do if they burn down?

Looking at the dark stove, Cao Ma wanted to give Song Baochuan a slap in the face.

She kept this account in mind and had to get it back when Song Baochuan got married.

Song Baochuan went to the yard with a heavy pot of vegetables in his arms and a pout.

Finally, Cao’s mother made this breakfast herself.

There was nothing much to do for breakfast, just make porridge and heat steamed buns.

"My mother, how much water is wasted."

Cao Ma's meal was ready. When she saw Song Baochuan still washing vegetables, she felt bad.

"You've already been asked to wash your bald skin, and you're still washing it. It's really a waste."

"These leaves are all good, why are you throwing them on the ground? What a waste."

Cao Ma was squatting on the ground picking up vegetable leaves while frowning and mumbling.

Song Baochuan pouted,

"Those vegetable leaves have turned yellow, so they must not be eaten."

It's not her fault for washing it so carefully, it's her fault.

At home, she helped her mother wash the dishes, and her mother praised her for how clean she was.

"It's not that you can't eat it if it's yellow, you can eat it as long as it's not rotten."

Cao Ma glanced at Song Baochuan.

"Ouch~~~ It's not okay to ask you to do some work that will torture people to death. I will learn more from your eldest and second sisters in the future."

Cao Ma spent the whole morning cleaning up Song Baochuan's mess, and she was very upset.

If the city girl wasn't rich, she would really not be happy for her son to marry a city girl.

It’s not good at anything, and it’s so hard to teach.

Song Baochuan curled his lips, turned on the faucet and washed his face.

Just when Cao Ma was about to reprimand, Song Baochuan had already turned off the faucet, and she said with a face,

"From now on, take a basin and fill it with water to wash your face. The water used to wash your face can also be used to wash dishes."

The water drops on Song Baochuan's face fell drop by drop, and he looked at Cao Ma in shock,

"Wash the dishes with face wash!?"

"Ugh~~~"

Thinking that the bowl of porridge he drank last night was washed with Cao Ma's face wash, Song Baochuan couldn't help but retched.

Cao's mother's eyes lit up, "Is this---it's done!?"

No, her son has never slept with her. If she does, it can't be her son's fault.

Cao's mother's eyes darkened, and she looked Song Baochuan up and down.

"You're not going to break my son's shoes behind my back, are you?"