After a violent cough, Yu Kefan beat his chest violently. He was stunned by the ferocious effect of Lan Cun'er's chopping of firewood!
Originally he thought that Lan Cun'er would try to chop the firewood again, but he didn't expect that she actually split the ten centimeter diameter piece of wood in half, which made him drink tea and prepare to gloat to Lan Cun'er.
I swallowed the water.
Lan Cun'er was also stunned, it was so perfect!
That one-two-piece section of bright beige wood was split by her?
And it’s still a hit to the end!
She couldn't believe her eyes, she could be so violent!
"Oh my God!"
She couldn't help but exclaimed, but her bitten tongue hurt, and she coughed violently.
"Bitch, you're so vicious. You're going to use witchcraft to frame me up when I'm an old man and make me choke on my drink! Huh, Ah Hong, go show me the effect of her chopping, and scrap all the big and small pieces.
Start chopping again!”
"snort!"
Yu Kefan opened the folding fan again and stared at Lan Cun'er sharply.
Hong Limin walked over to check and reported: "Old man, it's basically one or two points!"
"Humph, what's basic? It's just basic, so it doesn't count. It's scrapped!"
"scrapped?"
Lan Cun'er was stunned, looking at Yu Kefan from a distance, not quite understanding what he meant.
Hong Limin said: "The meaning of scrapping is that this piece of firewood has failed and cannot be used for cooking. You can start over!"
Lan Cun'er was furious. After splitting the wood, no matter how big or small it was, it was just firewood. Why couldn't he cook? He was clearly making things difficult for others!
"Humph, I know!"
She pursed her lips and held back another breath.
Growing up in this life, her parents couldn't bear to scold her loudly. In just these few days, she has endured so many grievances. Oh, why didn't anyone come to save her!
Another ax struck down, using only a small amount of force. All the strength was used up by the ax just now, so the ax only reached one-third of the length of the wood.
She panted weakly, "Pah, pah, pah," and hammered the ground three times in a row before finally splitting the firewood.
It's so damn heavy and clumsy. Can this ax chop firewood? Lan Cun'er looked at the ax complainingly. After these two efforts, the energy she had saved from dripping all night was almost exhausted again!
This time, Yu Kefan didn't dislike the wood pieces she chopped into pieces of different sizes. He said mockingly: "Tsk, tsk, you are quite strong. No wonder you pushed me down on purpose. Keep going, keep splitting the half."
Cut it into a quarter. With such a big piece, the cooked rice is not to my taste! Hmph!"
The folded fan was folded and swung again, and Yu Kefan continued to admire Lan Cun'er doing hard work.
In fact, he doesn't really want to eat wood-fired rice. He does like wood-fired rice, but he can use the male servants at home to do these tasks without any effort. Humph, anyway
He won't have any good fruit for that weird woman to eat.
The weather is getting weaker and weaker, and the sun is getting stronger and stronger. When late summer is coming to an end and early autumn is coming, the weather in Guangdong City changes greatly. It is like this today. It was obviously very cool yesterday and you should wear a thin coat, but today the sun is fierce.
Let her sweat profusely in the sun, and the heat will make her feel uncomfortable. Her skin will be red and peeling!
Big drops of sweat were dripping down, and the palm of my hand clenched the ax handle hard enough to make it itchy, red, and sore.
"I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it anymore, hoo, hoo,..."
Lan Cun'er couldn't help but straighten up and take a breath while holding on to his waist, which was sore and had to be bent all the time.
The fierce rays of the sun were so dazzling that she felt dizzy, with stars in her eyes and frivolous steps.
Yu Ke's sharp eyes glared at Lan Cun'er, and he shouted loudly: "A Hong!"
"I'll chop it right away, chop it right away!"
You don't need to think about it to know what his "A Hong" means. Lan Cun'er had no choice but to accept his fate and work for the wood.
She was so thirsty that she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, but her tongue was so hot that it hurt.
"I'm going to faint. It's better if I faint. I don't have to bask in the sun here. The sun is so strong!" She complained and moaned in a low voice, and couldn't help but swaying.
Hong Limin blinked his upright eyes and suggested: "Old man, I think the young lady has worked very hard. Now the sun is so strong, why don't we let her cook, and you go back to the house and turn on the air conditioner?"
It was extremely hot even for Hong Limin standing under the big sun umbrella, not to mention Lan Cun'er, who was facing the grass with his back to the sky under the sun.
"Hmph, I haven't fallen to death yet, how can I let her pass easily. Go and let her start cooking!"