She hurried over, rescued the pig leg from his grasp, pulled a knife from her trouser pocket, and swiftly skinned it. Then she cut it into several large pieces before tossing them into the big stone bowl and throwing it to him.
Han's face reddened slightly.
Fortunately, his long fur concealed his face.
He looked around and, realizing there was no firewood in the cave, hurried out.
Before long, he returned with a long, dry branch clenched in his mouth.
This time, he did not let Su Qiao help. After a few swipes of his claws, he tore the dry branch to pieces.
He ran to the simple clay-and-stone stove Su Qiao had built. After lying there and thinking for a long while, he sprawled on the ground and blew hard into the stove twice.
Then...
The fire did not flare up as he had expected. Instead, the ash flew up and covered him from head to toe.
A perfectly good white wolf instantly became a gray wolf.
"Pfft!"
"You idiot. You have to use a stick to rake out the burning charcoal first, then put on some dry leaves before blowing."
Although Su Qiao was preparing medicine, she occasionally looked up at him.
When she had seen him standing blankly beside the stove, she had thought he did not understand how to use it.
After all, the stove she had built was different from the ones used by the other members of the tribe.
She had not expected that he did not merely know how to use the stove—he did not even know how to start a fire.
Su Qiao could do nothing with him, so she put down her work and went over to help him start the fire first.
"I've never blown on one before."
He remembered