Picking up the flint from the ground, Mu Shuangshuang took out all the firewood from the stove and selected some small dry twigs from the pile again.
Mu Shuangshuang was a qualified teacher. She earnestly told Liu Zian, "The hardest part of making a fire is twofold: one is igniting it, and the other is controlling it."
"For ignition, it's best to use small twigs, because once the dry grass burns, the twigs catch fire easily. When the fire is strong, switch to larger firewood."
Mu Shuangshuang repeated this as she demonstrated. Her voice carried a unique sweetness, like a gentle mountain spring, making Liu Zian find her words pleasant every time he listened.
He watched Shuangshuang, as she filled half the stove with twigs, then stuffed some dry grass beneath them, picked up some dry grass again, lit it outside the stove, and then stuffed it back in to ignite the dry grass.
The fire gradually started up, seeming really simple, yet it was all novel to Liu Zian.
