Four minutes later, we arrived at the scheduled place, Wisteria Corridor. The students have a clear division of labor: build a pot rack and cut things. The preparations are OK, and we can finally cook wild rice.
I lit a fire with a lighter, and with a bang, a millet of red flame came out of the lighter. The firewood caught fire at once. After I lit it, I tried my best to add firewood. Just as I was stuffing firewood one by one, a flame came out, and a girl next to me was scared and screamed. Suddenly, a cry of crying father and mother came from the group next to us. Oh, it turns out that there was a gust of wind at this moment, and we were the first in the windward, and the wind blew the smoke to other groups. Coupled with their own cigarettes, the students are choking to death.
Because I stuffed too much firewood at once, the fire stopped, and it all went out at once. This is too bad, it seems that our group will eat raw rice this time! Just then, the savior-Teacher Ni came! She saw that our group had a problem and immediately came to help and guide us. Finally, under the guidance of the teacher, we cooked a pot of delicious wild rice. The students in our group immediately turned into a group of pigs who hadn't eaten for days, and began to eat in a big way.
How happy it is to cook wild rice!