Hearing Qian's question, Mai got excited and seriously began to explain with a sense of pride.
"I first tried to use paper to light the charcoal, but found it quite difficult. Then, I tried using sticks, but you know, sticks contain a lot of moisture. So, I picked up some dry twigs and even thought of pouring oil over them, but still, it wouldn't catch fire. That's when I thought of using the power of wind; I used a fan. Although it was a complicated process, I did it."
Liumei and Shui Xian, who were working together to marinate the fish, couldn't help but look up when they heard Mai's words. When they saw what Yu Minglang had in his hand, both of them laughed.
Qian also laughed, not just a smile but out loud.
Having interacted with her several times, Mai had often seen her being cunning or strategizing, but seeing her laugh so heartily was a first. This laughter, in Mai's eyes, was like a breeze ruffling the surface of a lake, absolutely enchanting—Eh?
