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Shen Zekai took the lighter Haoran handed him, and with a "click," he lit it, and a flame shot out instantly.

He bent down and brought the flame close to the pile of tightly packed dry grass in the stove pit. The edges of the dry grass were ignited, and a wisp of smoke rose from it.

Shen Zekai straightened up and patted the dust off his hands.

The wisp of smoke suddenly thickened.

Because of the large pieces of wood pressing down on top, the air in the stove pit didn't circulate at all.

Instead of igniting, the flames began to produce thick smoke due to lack of oxygen.

Thick white smoke billowed out from the cracks in the stove pit.

"Cough cough cough!" Shen Zekai choked and staggered back, tears streaming down his face.

He coughed and fanned himself haphazardly with his hand.

The white smoke grew thicker and thicker, almost like a smoke bomb, enveloping half of the threshing ground.

Haoran had already covered his nose and run far away, shouting as he ran, "Dad, it smells so bad!"

Shen Zekai didn't know what to do, so he found a piece of cardboard and fanned it vigorously at the stove pit.

It would have been better if he hadn't fanned it at all; as soon as he did, a few grains of grass, still glowing with embers, were blown out and landed directly on a large bundle of dry firewood piled up next to him.

The sparks grew rapidly in the wind, and the bundle of dry firewood was about to be ignited.

Qin Haoyang, who was watching from the side, was quick-witted and kicked the bundle of firewood away. He then grabbed half a basin of cold water from the vegetable washing basin next to him and splashed it on the bundle.

"Sizzle—"

The sparks died down, but the smoke grew even thicker.

The sky gradually darkened.

The village streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow.

The fire on the stove hasn't been lit yet.

The five children beside them were groaning from hunger.

DouDou clutched her stomach and started rolling around on the floor, crying, "I want to eat! I'm starving!"

Eason Chan and Richie Jen couldn't stand it anymore and quickly came over to help.

"Brother Shen, this won't do. The wood is too stuffed in; it needs to breathe." Chen Yixun said, reaching to remove the wood from the stove pit.

"No, no, no, Brother Eason, it'll be done soon, it'll be done soon!" Shen Zekai felt he was losing face and forcibly stopped him, "This wood is a bit damp, it'll catch fire if it's dried out."

Ren Xianqi, standing nearby, was so anxious he kept rubbing his hands together: "How are we going to dry this? The smoke is so thick it's blinding!"

Three grown men sat around an earthen stove, each offering their own advice, but their efforts only made things worse.

Shen Zekai was covered in black ash, and his once meticulously groomed face now looked somewhat disheveled.

Yu Le watched this situation from the side and couldn't help but sigh.

If they keep causing trouble, we'll probably have to eat dinner tomorrow morning.

He straightened up and slowly walked forward.

"Alright, move aside."

Shen Zekai turned his head, his eyes reddened by smoke, and looked at him: "The fire will be lit soon..."

"If you keep going like this, we'll all have to eat this pot raw tonight," Yu Le interrupted him without any politeness.

Shen Zekai's face stiffened. Because the camera was rolling, he could only suppress his anger and step aside, muttering resentfully, "These kinds of earthen stoves are inherently difficult to set up. Unlike an induction cooker, which lights up as soon as you turn on the switch."

Yu Le ignored him.

He walked to the stove, rolled up the sleeves of his gray hoodie, bent down, reached into the stove pit, and pulled out all the large pieces of wood that Shen Zekai had just stuffed in, then threw them aside.

Next, he loosened the dry grass at the bottom, leaving a gap in the middle to form a hollow structure.

"A lighter." Yu Lechong held out his hand from the side.

Chen Yixun quickly handed over the lighter.

Yu Le took it, lit a small clump of dry grass, and stuffed it into the hollow space.

The flames instantly licked at the surrounding grass clippings, and because of the smooth airflow, the fire suddenly leaped up.

Yu Le calmly added small twigs to the fire, and once the twigs were burning brightly, he placed the thick logs he had just pulled out on top.

In less than two minutes, a roaring fire broke out in the stove pit, without even a trace of black smoke.

The four fathers around him were stunned.

Qin Haoyang gave a thumbs up: "A true expert, Brother Yu!"

Yu Le dusted off his hands: "It's just common sense."

Shen Zekai stood at the back of the crowd, watching Yu Le casually steal the spotlight, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

The fire is lit, now it's time to cook.

Yu Le walked to the makeshift cutting board and glanced at the available ingredients.

A few free-range eggs, two bunches of green vegetables, a few tomatoes, and a small bag of flour and a jar of oil provided by the production team.

The conditions were indeed rudimentary.

"We're having tomato and egg noodles tonight, no objections, right?" Yu Le asked casually.

"No objections, no objections! As long as we can get used to it, that's fine!" Qin Haoyang was the first to respond.

Yu Le nodded and picked up the kitchen knife from the cutting board.

He first went to the sink to wash his hands clean, then washed the tomatoes and removed the stems.

The cleaver twirled beautifully in his hand.

"Tap tap tap tap tap—"

A series of rapid and rhythmic chopping sounds echoed in the threshing ground.

The cameraman immediately zoomed in.

In Yu Le's hands, the tomato was instantly turned into perfectly uniform pieces in less than five seconds.

Next came chopping scallions and mincing garlic. The cleaver moved with incredible speed and precision, leaving a trail of afterimages.

After preparing the side dishes, Yu Le started kneading the dough.

He poured the flour into a large stainless steel bowl, added water, and kneaded the dough.

His movements were fluid and graceful, the dough constantly rolling and folding in his hands.

Before long, a smooth and round dough was formed.

Cover with a damp towel and let it rest.

The water in the large iron pot had boiled away.

Yu Le scooped out a large spoonful of white lard and threw it into the pot.

The lard melts quickly when heated, making a sizzling sound.

Sauté chopped green onions and minced garlic in a pan until fragrant, and an intense aroma explodes out instantly.

Next, add the chopped tomatoes to the pot.

Yu Le held a large iron spatula and quickly stir-fried the tomatoes in the pot. The high temperature forced out the juice of the tomatoes, and soon a rich red oil was produced.

He cracked a few eggs with one hand, dropped them directly into the boiling red oil, and quickly stirred them with a spatula.

The golden egg liquid swirls in the red broth, enhancing the aroma once again.

Add water, seasonings, cover and simmer.

The rich aroma of lard, tomatoes, and eggs wafted on the night breeze, filling the entire threshing ground.

The children who had been throwing tantrums and complaining of hunger all stopped crying now.

Like a pack of puppies drawn by the smell of meat, they all followed the scent and gathered around, lying near the stove and staring longingly at the large, steaming iron pot.

Dou Dou slurped her saliva and tugged at Qin Haoyang's trouser leg: "Dad, it smells so good! When can we eat?"

Qin Haoyang swallowed hard: "Almost done, almost done. Uncle Yu is working on it."

Bao Bao held Chen Yixun's hand and whispered, "Dad, my stomach is growling."

Even Haoran, who always complained about how dirty the countryside was, couldn't care less about covering his nose at this moment and stuck his head out to look into the pot.

Dongdong stood at the very front.

The little guy put his hands on his hips, proudly puffed out his chest, and loudly announced to his friends, "My dad's cooking is the best in the world!"

DouDou, unusually, didn't argue. Instead, she looked at DongDong with envy and said, "Your dad is amazing. My dad only knows how to make me instant noodles."

Qin Haoyang, listening nearby, blushed and slapped his son on the back of the head: "You brat, you should be grateful you even have noodles to eat!"