After a while, the earth-phoenix chicken began to crow at the top of its throat.

Old Man Zhang looked at Lu Yao who was spinning around the stove, nodded slowly, and his eyes showed relief.

After a moment, a faint smell of burnt rice came out and floated into the tip of Old Man Zhang's nose.

"It's so messy! It's so messy!" Old Man Zhang quickly blew his beard and screamed.

When Lu Yao heard this, he hurriedly threw down the firewood that was about to be added to the fire pit, ran out from behind the stove, and grabbed the wooden pot lid.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, the white mist gushed, and a faint smell of rice burnt drifted out.

Sure enough, it was confused!

Unable to think too much, Lu Yao quickly picked up the gourd ladle on the stove and scooped a scoop of cold water into the pot.

The speed was so fast that Old Man Zhang didn't even have time to shout, so he could only sigh: "Oh! You can't add water if the porridge is burnt!"

Lu Yao pursed his lips, turned around slightly, and gave an awkward smile to Old Man Zhang.

"Get up! I'm so spoiled to you, I won't even cook porridge. If you live alone outside in the future, how can you feed yourself!" Old Man Zhang blamed him with concern, his tone of anger and love.

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Some readers said they wanted some daily routines, so I added a little.

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Chapter completed!