The Metamorphosis of Fanggoudan

In the end, the two decided to start a fire and cook together. Wang Ming blocked the door and waited and watched.

He is a restless talker. Although he doesn't do anything himself, it doesn't prevent him from directing others, "Hey, I said, why don't you light a fire first?"

"Oh." Duanfang took out a lighter, squatted on the ground and began to light firewood.After lighting for half a minute, the firewood did not respond.

"Can you do it?" Wang Ming mocked.Seeing that Duan Fang tried a few more times and still failed to ignite, he simply drove the people away and fiddled with the firewood himself.

"Hey, let's start, let's try it when it's dark when you light it up."

"Oh." Duan Fang stepped aside obediently, "Do you know how to order?"

Wang Ming is not happy to hear these words, why doesn't this little man believe it?

"It's not so difficult to light a fire." He snorted, and looked down at Duan Fang, "I didn't blow it, I will definitely light this thing for you within a minute."

"Oh."

Seeing him squatting down and poking his buttocks to light the firewood by the stove, Duanfang stood where Wang Ming had just stood.

The second hand of the alarm clock turned around, and Madoka reminded, 'He hasn't lit it yet. '

He lit all the firewood branches piled up at Wang Ming's feet one by one, but none of them could start a fire.

"You." Duan Fang opened his mouth, and was interrupted by Wang Ming after only one word.

It took just over a minute for what he said just now, and his face hurt a little from the beating.

"What do you know! Ignition is also skilled!"

He stabilized his expression, raised his chin and said proudly: "Do you know what Ran Dian is?" He had a flash of inspiration and remembered a little knowledge from junior high school.

"You don't understand anything, a primary school student." At this time, the advantages of high school students showed up. Wang Ming didn't feel ashamed at all when he bullied the ignorant primary school students, on the contrary, he felt proud.

"Hey, you haven't studied physical chemistry, so it's normal that you don't know anything." He sighed pretendingly.

"I know." Duan Fang tilted his head and glanced at him, "The ignition point is the lowest temperature at which a substance starts and continues to burn when it is heated in air."

"Ah?" Wang Ming listened in a daze, but didn't react, and forgot to turn off the lighter in his hand.

Duanfang continued, "I also know that the ignition point of wood is generally between 250° and 330°."

"Damn it." Wang Ming murmured in a low voice, "Primary school students are all like this now." The branch in his hand fell to the ground and he didn't notice it.

"I'm not a primary school student, I'm in the second grade of junior high school." After speaking, Duan Fang took the lighter, picked up the branch and continued to light it.

He had already recalled the process of lighting the fire in the past, and now imitating the example, he poked in the stove and took out some firewood. After a while, he saw smoke really coming out of the stove.

"Damn, no, it really lit!" Wang Ming squatted on the ground, looking up at Duanfang.

This little guy is a sophomore?And lit the firewood in less than a minute in front of him?

"You just said 1 minute..." Duanfang said.

"What are you arguing about! Didn't you say you want to cook? I'm going to wash the rice." Wang Ming stood up abruptly, without even looking at Duan Fang, he walked out sullenly.

Before reaching the door, he turned his head again, his eyes wandering and he said, "Where is your rice?"

Duanfang lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Can you wash rice?" He has big eyes, but they can't see through them, and he looks a little dull at first glance.

"I will!" Seeing him like this, Wang Ming always felt like jumping.

"Oh." Duanfang rolled his eyelids, and didn't seem to believe him very much.

After finding the rice vat, Wang Ming randomly scooped up two cups of rice according to his estimation, poured it into a plastic basin and rinsed it with water.He has never done this kind of thing at home, he has always kept his fingers out of the sun, and lived a life of open mouth.

This time, Duan Fang's annoying big eyes took the initiative to wash the rice, and the staff were almost stunned.

Wang Fang stood with another PD, looked at the white-haired boy who was serious about washing rice in the camera, and couldn't help but wiped his eyes.

"Am I not mistaken? Mr. Wang actually came out to wash rice on his own initiative?" He whispered.

"It's really him." The PD was also surprised, "It has changed so quickly, this place is really aura."

Wang Fang twitched the corner of his mouth, this PD has always been superstitious, and likes to think about spiritual energy in everything.He felt that this change should be influenced by others.Mr. Wang Ming Wang, they followed all the way up the mountain, and they played the young master's temper all the way. It is said that he is also a jerk at home. Like a kick.

He thought that Mr. Wang's first meal on the mountain would definitely overturn the table and throw the bench, and he didn't know if Duanfang should deal with it, but he didn't expect that Mr. Wang came out to wash the rice after nothing happened.

"Come on, let's go back and look at the camera." Their machinery and equipment are all placed on the other side, and they will understand when they go back.

Wang Ming washed the rice and went into the kitchen with a plastic basin in his hand. He was about to pour the rice into the iron pot when he was stopped by Duanfang.

He asked, "How many times have you shopped?"

"Uh..." Wang Ming was busy pinching the rice while washing the rice just now, so he doesn't remember it.

"Twice?" Duan Fang offered an answer.

"That's right! It's two times." No matter how many times he does it, let's get past it first.Lest this kid say that he can't wash rice again.

Duan Fang shook his head, "You should shop three times."

He sighed helplessly, Wang Ming was looking bad with his big dull eyes!

"Damn!" Why does he have the feeling that he is called up by the teacher in class but can't answer the questions at all? This is obviously a stunted second-year middle school dwarf?

He wanted the other party to shut up, but he didn't know why he was so stunned that he didn't have the confidence. He obviously dared to beat up the college students across from the school, so why is he so embarrassing now?

"Whether it's three times or twice, don't be so fucking fussy." Wang Ming poured the rice into the pot, put the lid on it, and brought out his own principle, "Who knows if you cook this broken rice? It doesn’t make any difference whether you eat or not.”

After speaking, the others left, leaving Duanfang alone to watch the fire in the stove.

Duanfang and Xiaoyuan were chatting nonchalantly, and Wang Ming occupied a bed in the big room by himself, holding the plastic mirror that Duanfang had found earlier, and fiddled with his hairstyle.

'Does he want to be in the pageant too? Xiaoyuan wondered, "He looks like that, there is no hope, right?" '

Hearing this, Duanfang also carefully looked at Wang Ming's face, but his scrutiny was too sharp, and he was accidentally caught.

"What are you looking at, I've never seen a handsome guy before." Wang Ming is very confident in his appearance, and usually when he says this, others have nothing to say back.

But Duan Fang sized him up from small to low, nodded, then shook his head, but didn't speak, which made him very embarrassed.Why is this dark, skinny little guy with a simple smile on his face so annoying!Wang Ming cursed Duan Fang again in his heart.

At this time, Duanfang was communicating with Xiaoyuan in his heart, "I think he looks okay, there should be hope." '

' But he looks kind of dumb. ' Madoka pointed out the problem.

At this time, a grunt sounded, and someone's stomach growled.

Both Duanfang and Wang Ming raised their heads and looked at each other at the same time, their eyes collided again.

"The rice is ready." Duan Fang said.

"Understood." Wang Ming said unhappily, put down the mirror and walked to the stove to have a look.

The lid of the pot was lifted, and although the rice inside was cooked, it looked like too much water was put in, and it was soft and rotten, just like the kind of rice that babies eat.

"Damn, how do you eat this?" Wang Ming didn't expect that the results of his hard work were not as good as he imagined, and he was very disappointed.

And, "What about the food? You don't want me to eat white rice, do you?"

"Don't worry." Duanfang scooped up a handful of bracken in a plastic basin, shook out the water, and then threw it directly into the large iron pot where the rice was cooking.

"!" Wang Ming was really surprised this time, "No, you, you guys just cook like this? The green vegetables are soaked in water and cooked directly with rice?"

He knew that the conditions on the mountain were definitely not as good as his own home, and he had imagined how much torture he would suffer during this period, but he didn't expect it to be so hard.

He lit a fire, washed rice and thought he would be able to eat a meal, but who knew that Duanfang threw a handful of vegetables into the pot and cooked them together like a fool.

"Can this kind of ghost be eaten!" Wang Ming scolded angrily.

Duanfang nodded calmly, "Yes."

"I didn't fucking ask you!" Wang Ming's nose was on fire, "If you like this kind of ghost food, you can eat it yourself. Anyway, I won't eat it if I kill you!"

Duanfang blinked, looked at the person, then at the pot, opened his eyes wide and quietly dripped a few more drops of sesame oil into the pot.

"Damn!" Wang Ming turned his head and left.

Putting up the white rice, Duanfang took out the soy sauce bottle, dipped a little bit of it on the rice with his chopsticks, dug a hole in the middle of the hot white rice, buried the bracken in it, and sprinkled a little salt , and then stirred with chopsticks.

He took his rice bowl and walked slowly to the small bench next to Wang Ming and sat down, eating very slowly bite by bite. He was a little cautious when eating for the first time.

The smell of the rice wafted into the nose, and the stomach rumbled again and again. Why does the rice smell quite normal?The little dwarf still eats with relish, is it really delicious?

But no matter what the taste is, he just said that he would not eat it even if he was beaten to death, so there is no shame in trying it now.

Thinking of this, Wang Ming became even more irritable. Once he was irritable, he would definitely not make it easy for others.

He said, "Do you know who the other two guys are coming?"

Duan Fang looked up at him suspiciously.

Seeing that he wanted to listen, Wang Ming was proud, "Let me tell you, those two people are not as good-tempered as I am. When they come, just wait and cry."

good temper?Duanfang glanced at him in surprise, then silently turned his gaze to the door, "Are you talking about them?"