Chapter 317: 144 Treasure (Second update)_3

Translator: 549690339

Xiao Wenwen pouted in grievance, “I’m just afraid everyone will be disappointed if they expect too much.”

Ming Jing didn’t respond to her, instead, she scooped some flour into a porcelain basin, added water, and started kneading the dough. One look at her movements showed she wasn’t just for show.

Zhao Xinrong raised his eyebrows in surprise, taking a serious look at Ming Jing.

This young girl was really extraordinary. She didn’t say much, she looked frail, like a flower grown in a greenhouse. But she was efficient and decisive when it came to work, constantly shattering everyone’s impression of her.

This probably wasn’t a script laid out by the show’s team. After all, the production team couldn’t do the work for her.

“Han Ying, grind the roots and stems of the Immortal Crane Grass into juice and drip it into the basin of soaked animal hides.” Ming Jing said while Imeading dough.

“Okay!” Han Ying was excited to have a task to do and sprung up, fully energized.

“Ms. Zhao, you have a bad back. You can rest, and I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Ming Jing didn’t look up as she spoke, so she didn’t see the shocked look on Zhao Xinrong’s face.

“You… how did you know I have a bad back?” He hadn’t told anyone about that.

Qu Feitai then spoke from behind him, “Ms. Zhao, could you please move over?”

Zhao Xinrong was blocking the kitchen entrance. Hearing Qu Feitai’s words, he quickly made way. Qu Feitai’s interruption stopped him from questioning further.

Having washed all the wild vegetables and Immortal Crane Grass, Qu Feitai asked Ming Jing, “What can I do to help?”

Xiao Wenwen widened her eyes, “Brother Feitai, the kitchen is no place for you. You should go and rest.”

Qu Feitai responded coldly, “If you’re tired, go rest in the room and stop bothering others.”

Humiliated, Xiao Wenwen stomped her foot and turned to leave.

Blaming Lu Dongbin after being bitten by a dog – failing to appreciate kindness.

Ming Jing spoke lightly, “Do you know how to start a fire?”

Qu Feitai glanced at the stove, hesitating, “Let’s give it a try.”

“Ahem… ahem.” Qu Feitai began to cough violently. He hadn’t even managed to start the fire yet, but he’d nearly set the kitchen ablaze.

Ming Jing covered the kneaded dough and turned to see Qu Feitai’s sooty face, shaking her head in amusement.

Qu Feitai spoke, sounding a bit aggrieved, “I’m…l’m learning. I will get it soon.

Could you wait a little longer?”

Would Ming Jing think him worthless for not even being able to start a fire?

Ming Jing, smiling, walked over, took the lighter from his hand. She glanced around and found a plastic bag in a corner. As she lit the bag, she calmly explained, “This type of plastic is easy to ignite. You can use it to get the fire started on the firewood.”

While explaining, she stuffed the burning plastic under the firewood, “Keep one hand on the firewood. Don’t suffocate the fire. It’s easier to burn with some air.”

Ming Jing’s gentle and patient voice fell on his ears, the flickering flame casting a warm glow on her gentle face.

The two were so close, their breaths were intertwined. Qu Feitai’s heart skipped a beat.

“1…1 understand.” He tried to lift the firewood in his fluster, accidentally touching Ming Jing’s hand. Her skin was soft and warm as jade.

Qu Feitai pulled away like he’d been electrocuted, his ears turning a subtle shade of red.

Ming Jing seemed not to notice and naturally withdrew her hand. She glanced at Qu Feitai, her eyes full of mild amusement. She then handed him a damp handkerchief, “Here, wipe your face.”

Qu Feitai’s handsome face was entirely covered in soot, bringing literal meaning to the phrase ‘face covered in dirt.’ However, it did not diminish his attractiveness in the least.

Qu Feitai took it and gently wiped his face. He thought he could smell a faint, chilly scent on the handkerchief.

It was a unique scent, like that of a plum blossom in cold, snowy weather, reserved only for Ming Jing. The scent was very distinctive, very pleasant.

The crackling sound of burning wood brought Qu Feitai back to reality. His face turned bright red, although it wasn’t clear if it was due to the fire’s heat. Ming Jing stood up, “I’m going out to find more firewood.”

Watching her graceful figure disappear, Qu Feitai stared blankly for a while, only coming back to reality when he saw the camera following her..