"Oh, thank you." It was like a perfunctory answer from a child, and I didn't even know what she was saying 'oh'.

"Shouldn't you cry?"

"Don't get sick."

"Okay." Shaking his head regretfully, Aikawa Yusheng continued his work, "And I'm not just playing, I'm preparing for our lunch."

The pit in front of him had begun to take shape under the influence of Aikawa Yusheng's wooden stick and brute force. Aikawa Yusheng's hands were full of dust, so he went to the river to wash his hands first.

"Lunch?" Shangying Kongfeng looked at the pit.

"I didn't mean for you to eat dirt." He walked towards the placemat, took the bag he had brought, and flipped it upside down in the air. The sweet potatoes fell out one by one and landed on the picnic mat.

"Do you mind if there are only sweet potatoes for lunch? But they are sweet potatoes baked by Aikawa Yusheng himself." Aikawa Yusheng smiled and looked at the girl.

"I don't mind." Shang Yingkongfeng shook her head. Her pursuit of food was as long as it was not wasted. "You don't need to say the last part."

"No, the last half of the sentence is very important. But I'm kidding you, we actually still have biscuit sandwiches." Aikawa Yusheng shrugged, and the hand holding the bag completely loosened, and some more food fell out.

"It's a lot, can you eat it?" Miss Miko asked, looking at the things on the placemat.

"I haven't finished all the sweet potatoes at noon. When I go back, I'll roast a few and bring them to Tianhe and Amamiya. You can eat some of the rest and leave the rest to me. No problem."

The important reason why I want to eat sweet potatoes today is that when I went out for a late-night snack with Chizo Amamiya yesterday, I saw someone roasting them. But it was not the kind of stall that sells sweet potatoes, but a small fire camp with a few people around it.

It should be roasted and eaten by the farmers themselves.

"Okay." The girl nodded.

The excavated soil blocks are then placed crosswise on top of the already piled soil blocks around the pit, gradually building a protective shell that gathers inward.

"Tu kiln?" Shangying Kongfeng, who was watching from the sidelines, asked.

"Yes, it is an old method that has been used for hundreds of years. I saw people using this method to burn things back then." Aikawa Yusheng nodded and looked around for firewood for burning.

This is convenient. There are still a lot of broken branches and sawdust around. By the way, I can pick up the broken part of the 'sword' and let it exert its final value.

Some of the wooden blocks were too big. Aikawa Yusheng looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he punched the wooden blocks hard and broke them into pieces.

He even rubbed the sawdust directly with his hands.

"Why don't you continue?" Perhaps it was because she had never really seen such a link before. Shangying Kongfeng was watching with interest and looked at it curiously. When Aikawa Yusheng suddenly stopped moving, she asked doubtfully.

"Did you bring a lighter?"

"No."

"Where are the matches?"

"No."

"Where's the flint?" Aikawa Yusheng asked nonsensically.

"No."

"How did humans discover fire in the first place?"

"Lightning struck the trees, or there was severe heat and drought." The miko lady answered calmly.

"Very good, then we are only one thunderstorm away from eating hot sweet potatoes." Aikawa Yusheng clapped his hands and said excitedly.

"It seems that we can only go back to the primitive, drill wood to make fire!" The young man got ready and stood up, but then confirmed to Xiang Yingkongfeng: "I'm looking for suitable materials. I remember to ask for sticks, planks, sawdust and bark.

,right."

"No need to bother." The girl shook her head.

"Do you want to use magic?" Aikawa Yusheng looked at Shang Yingkongfeng. He knew that Shangying Kongfeng had a habit of not using magic in life unless necessary.

Although he didn't quite understand it - if he could use it casually, he promised to do whatever was convenient for him, but Aikawa Yusheng respected this.

So he didn't mention that he planned to use wood to make fire - of course, if it failed, Aikawa Yusheng planned to order her bodyguards to make her make fire.

"No," Shang Yingkongfeng continued to shake his head, and then asked, "Is the jade I gave you still on you?"

"Here you are." He put his hand into the collar of his sleeve and pulled out the jade pendant inside.

It was no longer the original jade, that one had already broken into pieces in Hakone. After returning to Tokyo from Hakone, half a month later, Kamizakura Kongfeng gave himself another one.

It is said that more effort was put into it than the original one.

"How about it? Keep it close to you. I didn't even treat Arc Moon Mirror like this. I think you should be touched this time." Taking off the necklace and shaking it in front of Kamizakura Kongfeng, Aikawa Yusheng said with a smile.

"It's just that I don't have the strength of the teacher and can't be incorporeal. Give it to me." Kamizakura Kongfeng took the jade from Aikawa Yusheng.

"What are you going to do? Can this make a fire?" It was Aikawa Yusheng's turn to look at it curiously.

"Convex lenses make fire."

After simply saying the name, the miko lady picked up two clods, placed them on the left and right under the sun, put sawdust and bark underneath, and then placed the jade in the middle of the clods.

A spot of light converged at the position of the sawdust. Shangyingkongfeng adjusted the height of the jade, making the spot smaller and more dazzling.

"You are indeed smarter than me on this point. Although I probably know the principle, I really didn't think of it."

"Um."

"You should be humble, or say something like 'Aikawa, you are also very smart'."

As a result, the conversation ends here.

It was faster than the two of them imagined. Within a few seconds, white smoke was already rising from the sawdust during the adjustment process.

A small flame appeared successfully after two minutes. Aikawa Yusheng immediately picked up the bark and began to blow air on it, protecting the fragile tree.

They were safely transferred to the earthen kiln, and the flames gradually became more intense. Even Gudong woke up once, sticking out his tongue and looking at the burning fire pit. Then he ran to the back of the tree and changed his place to sleep.

.

When the clay was burning red, Aikawa Yusheng stopped adding firewood and began to throw sweet potatoes into it. After putting it in, he destroyed the kiln and then kept beating the red-hot clay with the short teeth of the blasters.

Crush the mud pieces to make better contact with the sweet potatoes.

After simmering for fifteen minutes, I guess it's almost done - the sweet potatoes he brought were all small and easier to ripen. Aikawa Yusheng used the short bursting teeth to peel off the soil on the top and picked out the sweet potatoes.

After walking to the river and washing his hands again, Aikawa Yusheng came back and looked at the girl:

"Are there any tissues?"

"Um."

Finally it’s not ‘no’ anymore.

"Hiss - hot, hot, hot -" Aikawa Yusheng spread the paper towels on the picnic mat and started peeling the sweet potatoes without waiting for them to cool down. He shouted "hot" but did not let go of his hand - it would not burn him anyway.

But after peeling it off, my fingers were still very red.

"Here, the guests eat first." Aikawa Yusheng wrapped the sweet potato in a paper towel and handed it to Kamizakura Kongfeng.

"For me?"

"It's more appropriate to ask this question when I'm getting the sweet potato, rather than knowingly asking it when I've handed it to you." Aikawa Yusheng said, crossing his arms.

"Thank you." After hesitating for a while, Shangying Kongfeng finally took the piece of sweet potato.

The cherry-colored lips are slightly open, and the girl is blowing gently on the corner of the sweet potato. But in this scene, you can see a pleasing beauty.

At the same time, the aroma of sweet potatoes was sent to Aikawa Yusheng's nose.

Perhaps because it had been blown for long enough, Shang Yingkongfeng took a small bite on it, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

"How is the taste?"

"Not bad." She nodded and said.

"Just nice?"

"You have to think about the fact that I baked it with my own hands, and even said that I tore the crust with my own hands." Aikawa Yusheng raised his eyebrows and said.

The miko lady frowned:

"I've said it before, please don't say such things to affect my appetite. I don't want to waste it."

"...."

"I washed my hands!"

"It has nothing to do with whether you wash your hands or not."

"I understand, you simply dislike me." Aikawa Yusheng waved his hands, turned his back to the girl, and began to cry secretly.
Chapter completed!