They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 300 It's not about eating fish!

Children from poor families learn to be independent early; so that's what it means.

Well, she was overthinking it. In the back-and-forth of questioning, Yue'er had already placed the fish on the wooden skewer.

I ran to the cook and asked for some more seasonings. It smelled so good!

Fang Yuerong took this opportunity to sit down next to him.

After bringing the seasonings back, Yue'er stuffed them into Fang Yuerong's hand: "Young Master."

As he spoke, he pointed at Wu Ziyan with the tip of his chin.

That means hurry up and do it! We've created such a romantic opportunity for you, what are you still doing sitting here!

Fang Yuerong understood what he meant, opened the spice bag, and inside were the ground spices.

Fang Yuerong asked Wu Ziyan to sprinkle it on the fish, and Wu Ziyan grabbed a handful and sprinkled it on the fish as if she were adding seasoning to a barbecue.

At this moment, Fang Yuerong blocked her hand.

"I'll teach you, it has to be done this way, otherwise all this seasoning powder will be wasted."

He grabbed her hand, then slowly rubbed the seasoning between his fingers and sprinkled it onto the fish. At that moment, who cared about the fish anymore?

"Just look at the two of them," Yue'er said with a pleased expression, and tactfully sat down to the side.

Wu Ziyan suddenly realized, no wonder he was a businessman.

Even this detail was meticulously calculated, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. She then tried sprinkling it twice more.

Fang Yuerong moved closer and closer, her body almost resting on Wu Ziyan's shoulder.

Then he gently took her hand in his and said, "Boss, stop spilling. It's time to flip the fish over."

"Oh, I was wondering why I could smell something burnt."

He affectionately stroked the tip of her nose with his finger: "You, you're just not suited for this kind of work."

"Quickly, quick, this fish needs to be flipped over too."

Seeing that another fish next to him was almost burnt, Wu Ziyan reached out to grab the wooden skewer below.

But the wooden skewers were so hot from the fire that she cried out in pain when she held them in her hand.

But in order not to let their hard work go to waste, they reluctantly put the harpoon back in its original place.

But my hand got burned and has two red lines.

Fang Yuerong immediately frowned, while Wu Ziyan put her scalded hand on her face.

Since the face is cool anyway, it can help lower the temperature of the burn.

"Moon, burn ointment."

"Young master, I'll go get it from the carriage right away."

Wu Ziyan acted as if she was fine and said there was no need to get it, but it was clear that Fang Yuerong was really anxious.

"It's getting colder and colder. When you get two blisters on your palms, you'll be in for a rough time, boss."

"Oh, I'll just put it in my hand warmers. As we go further, I'll take a carriage instead of a horse."

"Hold out your hand, let me see it."

"It's really okay."

But he couldn't do anything about it and forced her hand over.

When I opened my palm, a blister had already formed on the pad of my index finger.

He bent down and blew on it, saying that the blister would heal faster if it was pricked with a needle.

Wu Ziyan has been burned before in real life. Popping the blisters is like causing secondary damage!

"No, please don't."

As she spoke, she kept pulling her hand back in fear, but it seemed as if Yue'er and Fang Yuerong were connected on a spiritual level.

They brought not only burn ointment, but also a needle.

"Blow on it, and it won't hurt anymore!" *Whoosh!* "It doesn't hurt anymore!"

It's unclear whether he was comforting himself or Wu Ziyan.

While breathing heavily, he held the needle in his hand and popped the blister.

Wu Ziyan's face was contorted, and she gritted her teeth. This was a double damage increase, and her pain was also doubled!

Another gust of wind blew by, carrying smoke from the campfire into her eyes.

His face was contorted, his eyes were filled with tears, and his mouth was clenched and his teeth were clenched.

Sometimes a large wound isn't as painful as a small blister, but it can be incredibly painful!

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

"Of course you're not in pain, it's me who's in pain."

Fang Yuerong ignored her complaints and gently applied the burn ointment to the burn, which felt cool and refreshing.

It doesn't seem to hurt that much; the other areas are just red and swollen from the burn, without forming blisters.

He also applied burn ointment to it and wrapped the broken area with a small piece of cloth.

Then they used a cloth to hold the wooden skewer in place and flipped the fish over.

But when he turned his head and saw Wu Ziyan, her eyes were still filled with tears, and he wondered why she was so intolerant of pain.

"Would you like a candy?"

"To soothe a child."

He actually pulled a sour plum coated in sugar from his pocket and put it in her mouth.

Hey, I must say, it actually tastes pretty good.

It seems that the pain has been diverted by the acid.

After the sweetness faded, the sourness made her face contort again.

One of these is truly invigorating, but two will keep you awake all night.

"The fish is almost ready, let's call the two of them."

Yue'er was reluctant; this was clearly a campfire dinner for the two of them, but they insisted on adding two more third wheels.

He walked forward, and the other two walked back, both with expressions of defiance on their faces.

It seems you were having a lot of private conversations just now.

They noticed that Wu Ziyan looked unhappy by the campfire.

They all assumed that Fang Yuerong had bullied her, but the next second, they stopped in their tracks.

She saw Fang Yuerong brushing Wu Ziyan's hair aside again, and she smiled again.

All I could see were their lips moving, but I couldn't tell what they were saying.

Then, Wu Ziyan was seen tapping Fang Yuerong's forehead with his hand, a gesture that seemed overly intimate.

Yue'er was worried that two fish wouldn't be enough to share among five people.

After calling them, he ran to the cook and took five bowls, which he then arranged on a tray.

There was some broth inside, and I took a few pieces of naan bread; it's more practical to eat this stuff.

As for grilled fish, it's all about the experience.

The two men returned to normal, walked to the fire and sat down, neither of them speaking first.

Wu Ziyan was still interacting with Fang Yuerong, and casually said something while looking at the two of them.

"The fish wasn't turned over in time, so it's a little burnt. But try to eat a couple of bites anyway, since you all worked so hard to prepare it."

Although the surface was a little burnt, it still smelled delicious.

In addition, it was indeed mealtime, and Changsun Boyu was just about to reach for the fish.

Wu Ziyan grabbed him with her other hand: "It's hot!"

The two men also looked at her carefully, her other hand wrapped with a small piece of cloth.

I reckon he must have burned himself while grilling the fish.

The two were just comparing themselves to each other, but now they've united and are concerned about her.

Seeing that their young master had no place to stand again, Yue'er quickly stood among them.

He conveniently separated the two people on the other side of the fire: "Miss, how many gentlemen are there? Let's finish eating first, I'll divide the fish."

Don't burn their precious hands again.

Even Yue'er was scared; she picked up the cloth to grab the bamboo stick.

They were placed on two trays, but not separated.

It's just placed on a simple tabletop, and everyone can use their chopsticks to pick at it.