Wen Ran should be sure, but facing Xiao Chenye's questioning, she scratched her head and felt a bit uncertain, "It should be fine, right?"
Xiao Chenye: "..."
He almost fainted.
If it's something, it's something; if it's nothing, it's nothing.
What's with the "should" and "right"?
A single sentence made Xiao Chenye's heart skip a beat.
He cleared his throat, "Ahem, ahem, ahem, then I'll just wash the knife first."
"Okay!"
Someone else handling the rabbit was much better; she was too lazy to deal with the bloody mess.
Looking around, "I'll go gather some firewood and start a fire."
"Okay."
The two of them divided the work and collaborated.
Gathering firewood was quite simple for Wen Ran; there was a fallen small tree, probably snapped by the wind, and by now it had mostly dried out.
She pulled down the small tree, using her strength, and with a motion, snapped it into arm-length pieces.
This way, it was more convenient to use.
