Bab 221: Cooking on a Clay Stove (Part 2)

From then on, many people stood by around the Tang family, ready to run errands and earn some tips. Of course, that was a story for another time.

When the fire in the stove was about to die down, Mrs. Tang added a handful of thin, withered grass.

The fire quickly rose again. She set up a piece of firewood and then saw Susu's slender, jade-like arms stir-frying a large pot of vegetables. Her heart ached. "Susu, come and watch the fire for a while. I'll do the stir-fry."

"It's okay. I'm quite strong now." Tang Susu wiped the sweat off her forehead. It was August, and it was a hot summer's day. Just cooking a few dishes was already enough for her to sweat.

Mrs. Tang pushed her over to sit on a small stool and took out a small electric fan to blow off her sweat.

Tang Susu took out a tissue and wiped her wet sideburns. From time to time, she would add some firewood to the stove, and her stuffy heart felt much better.