Liushiliu, "Not good! The fish soup!"
Duan Yixin, "My cold ointment!"
As soon as these words came out, Liushiliu rushed to the kitchen while Duan Yixin rushed to the backyard. When Duan Yixin arrived in the backyard, she hurriedly opened the lid of the small pot and looked inside. Seeing that the cold ointment was fine, Duan Yixin breathed a sigh of relief.
She took a small wooden spoon and stirred the cold ointment for a while, then took out all the firewood left under the small stove. While she was waiting for the cold ointment to cool down, Liushiliu walked out of the house.
Duan Yixin raised her head and saw the guilty expression on his face. She raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
Liushiliu showed her the broken pot and said, "Miss Duan, I'm sorry. I broke your pot, and there is no more fish soup left."
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