Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Starting a Fire by Drilling Wood Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Starting a Fire by Drilling Wood “I can do it!” Big Bull was excited.
“You can?” Xuexue widened her eyes.
“Yeah! I really can.” Big Bull nodded fiercely. Previously, when marching in battles, he often carried flint with him and knew some wilderness survival skills that could save lives at critical moments.
He grabbed a sickle from his back, ran under a tree, chopped down several big branches, and fumbled together something resembling a drill; then, he took a branch and spread dry grass underneath, positioned it against a small hole, and vigorously twisted it with both hands…
“Is it working?” Xuexue looked doubtful, having never heard of making fire without flint in her past or present life.
“My lady, just you wait,” Big Bull boasted proudly. These rough tasks were usually done by his subordinates in the past; unexpectedly, today they came in handy to charm a beauty.
Under Big Bull’s relentless effort, the pile of dry grass underneath slowly began to emit wisps of smoke.
“Oh my! There’s really smoke!”
No sooner had Xuexue spoken than a small flame slowly started to burn.
The flames grew larger, turning into a bonfire.
“Big Bull, have you regained your memory?” Xuexue’s face lit up with joy.
Upon hearing this, Big Bull suddenly felt guilty. His wife was too clever; how did she figure it out? Just as he thought about confessing everything to seek leniency, he heard Xuexue say, “If you haven’t regained your memory, how would you know how to make fire without flint?”
Big Bull breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. So that was it. He was scared to death, thinking Xuexue really knew about his memory recovery. He was afraid that if she discovered the truth, she might drive him out of the old residence, so he had kept it hidden.
Big Bull pretended to look troubled: “I don’t know, it just popped into my mind.”
Xuexue felt slightly disappointed upon hearing this; she had thought Big Bull had regained his memory, only to be disappointed. Worrying that Big Bull might feel sad, she comforted him, “Big Bull, don’t lose heart. One day, you will regain your memory, remember who you are, and then you can go home and reunite with your family.”
“Hmm!” Big Bull responded guiltily.
“There’s a stream ahead. I’ll go clean these ducklings and be right back.” Xuexue, unaware of Big Bull’s discomfort, held a sickle in one hand and carried a duckling in the other as she walked toward the stream.
“Hey! My lady, wait for me!”
Big Bull, not wanting to part with Xuexue for a moment, kicked out the nearby fire, picked up the backpack, and quickly followed her, carrying several ducklings.
“Hey! Why did you put out the fire? You just got it started with so much trouble.” Xuexue turned around, just in time to see him do it, but it was too late to stop him.
With his hands full, Big Bull rushed to her side and smiled happily, “No worries, my lady. I’ll start another fire in a bit.”
With the fire already out, there seemed to be no other choice. Xuexue sighed, resigned, “It seems we have no other choice now.”
Soon, they arrived at the stream’s edge. Xuexue killed and cleaned the ducklings by the water.
Big Bull, alongside the stream, gathered enough firewood, then started another fire; once it was cleaned up, they could hang the ducks over it to roast.
“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle…”
The roasting duck was nearly done, constantly dripping fat onto the fire, creating a continuous sizzling sound, and the air was filled with the captivating aroma of roasted duck.
“Delicious!” Big Bull moved closer to the roast duck, sniffing it intensely, completely enraptured.
“Without spices or salt, how delicious can it be!” Seeing his drooling face, Xuexue couldn’t help but smile coyly.