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Chapter 70 Ancient Vine and Spirit Herb Cherish Each Other

Wenwen only had time to say one sentence, "Master, I'm leaving."

Her figure darted out with a "whoosh," inadvertently using the first two steps of her "Shedding Shell Technique."

The Master felt the gust of wind rushing past him and thought to himself: This kid is indeed fast.

Regardless of the teacher's feelings, Wenwen remained completely unaware.

She was only concerned about whether she could handle those gummy candies properly, after all, she really couldn't let her second uncle break his teeth.

"Second Aunt, how is it? Has anything changed?"

Ye pulled her along, pointed to a pot of water on the stove, and said with an embarrassed look, "Wen'er, take a look."

Wenwen leaned closer to take a look and saw a chipped bowl floating on top of the pot. There was a little water at the bottom of the bowl, and a dark twig? A vine? That was all.

"Ok?"

Wenwen stared intently again, but all she saw was a pot, a bowl, and a twig; nothing else.

She looked suspiciously at her second aunt, then at the big pot.

Just as she was about to speak, a crying voice came from behind Ye: "Sister, Mo'er has caused trouble, hit me."

Wen Chengmo, Wen Qiyuan's youngest son and Wen Wen's fifth younger brother, is a quiet and warm-hearted little boy. At this moment, he looks at her with teary eyes, filled with worry and fear.

Wenwen looked at her poor fifth brother and remembered that when she first got into the prison van, it was this child who was the first to comfort her. She was an adult, how could she scare a child?

Wenwen tried to soften her voice, "Fifth brother, don't be afraid. Wipe your tears. I won't hit you yet. It's okay that you caused trouble. Tell me what happened first, and I'll decide what to do next, okay?"

Wen Chengmo's tears streamed down his face. The words "don't hit me now" kept echoing in his mind, but he would still hit me later anyway.

Overwhelmed with sadness, he said, "I saw that Mother had to watch the big pot and make dried fruit. I'm a big kid now, so I thought I'd come and help watch the big pot."

"As I watch, I get a little sleepy, so I thought I'd hum the Fire Song to perk myself up. My second brother said this song is good for staying awake."

Wenwen!

It's supposed to be energizing! Who said that?

Wenwen and Ye exchanged a glance, suppressing their laughter.

"and then."

"Then, I accidentally flung a twig into the big pot, knocking over the small bowl, and the contents inside just... just disappeared, boohoo..."

"Fifth brother, are you sure all the things in the small bowl are still in the big pot and haven't fallen out?"

Tears streamed down Wen Chengmo's face as he nodded vigorously. "I'm sure! My eyes weren't closed at all. I saw everything clearly; nothing fell out. Fifth Sister, what about Father's medicine? I've caused a huge disaster! Waaaaah..."

To comfort the child, Wenwen replied, "It's okay, just have your dad drink the whole pot of water, it'll have the same effect."

"what?"

Wen Chengmo was so frightened that he stopped crying.

"Pfft!"

Ye couldn't hold back any longer and turned to say, "It's not impossible."

Wenwen and she instantly felt like they had found a kindred spirit, and they both chuckled.

Wen Chengmo was still a child and didn't quite understand why they were laughing. His eyes were blurry with tears as he watched the two of them laughing so hard they were bent over.

Ye was the first to stop joking. She pulled Wenwen closer to the big pot and used a bamboo strainer to scoop up some small pebbles.

Wenwen looked at the pebbles and exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of logic is this? A half-finished product that can't be cut or broken with a knife actually disappeared while being boiled with a twig?"

"I can't explain this either. I haven't had time to ask for details yet. This child probably just stumbled upon the solution by sheer luck. But as soon as the old problem is solved, a new one appears. It's truly a case of one problem after another. I'm afraid I'll have to let you down."

"Second Aunt, please don't worry, let's ask again."

"Fifth brother, when the twig went into the pot, did you see anything strange? Or did you hear any sounds?"

"Strange?" The child tilted his head and thought for a moment.

She put her two little hands together in front of her mouth and imitated a mouse's squeak a few times.

"When the twig was first thrown into the pot, I heard a few 'sizzling' sounds, and then some white smoke came out. Does that count?"

Ah!

The child learned very well and the imitation was quite vivid, which is commendable.

However, she would have to ask Xianbao about this later. Could it be that they were both spiritual plants, and their meeting in another world was like two fellow countrymen finding each other and appreciating each other's kindness?

"Yes, of course it counts. Is there anything else?"

"That's all," the little guy replied after thinking for a moment.

Wenwen stopped pressuring him. "Fifth brother, although you've caused trouble, it hasn't led to any serious consequences. I won't hit or scold you, but punishment is inevitable. So, I'll punish you by making you go home and sleep early. Tomorrow, you'll study with the teacher. Once you've memorized it, I'll take you hunting. How about that?"

Upon hearing that they could go hunting, Wen Chengmo's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed with delight, "Really?"

"Really, your sister never lies. But if we take you hunting, you have to hunt by yourself. We won't help you, understand?"

Wenwen was speaking from the heart. Although the children were still young and not suitable for hunting, the future of her children was bound to be bumpy. They couldn't be like flowers in a greenhouse; they had to go through storms to survive.

After some discussion, Ye and Wenwen decided that with such a large pot of water, they could only use the most basic method: continue boiling until the water was completely boiled away, and see what would come out in the end. Anyway, it was just an experiment, so they decided to treat it as a trial.

After the two agreed, they sent the child back to sleep and began to carry out the plan.

Fortunately, they have a large family and have gathered a lot of firewood, otherwise they might not have enough.

The commotion here eventually caught the attention of several adults.

Wen Chengfeng was sent over. "Second Aunt, Grandfather asked me to inquire if you need any help here."

Wenwen was worried about how long it would take to boil such a big pot of water. She thought that dividing it into several earthenware pots would speed things up.

Fourth Brother's timing is worse than his early arrival; he's suited for this kind of work.

"Fourth Brother, you're the most suitable person to help."

Wenwen secretly took out several earthenware pots and spread the water out of the large pot. Each pot was half full of water, and she estimated that it would take about half a cup of tea to boil down a lot of water.

With Wen Chengfeng joining the team, the speed increased even more, after all, he is a master of fire control.

Soon, after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, each earthenware pot was left with only water at the bottom.

The water was crystal clear, colorless, and tasteless, just like plain water.

Wen Chengfeng was skeptical and began to comment, "Are you sure there are any of those semi-finished products we brought back in here? It doesn't look like there are. It's so bland and watery, it's unlikely."

"Otherwise, let's just put them all together and make a full bowl so that Uncle can drink it."

"I see this earthenware pot is burning so red and shiny, let's stop burning it, or it will explode."

Wenwen thought to herself, "If the earthenware pot explodes here, the elderly and children won't be able to escape, and that would be a disaster."

She quickly removed the firewood.

Although Ms. Ye did not witness the explosion firsthand, she knew the power of the explosion from the shards of the earthenware pot.

In her desperation, she grabbed a handful of water and poured it all over the earthenware pot, hoping that the rapid cooling would help.

Suddenly, a hissing sound rang out from several red-hot earthenware pots.

To be honest, many coincidences happen this way.