Not to waste any firewood, the man sought the Ruan Family's permission before starting a fire in the courtyard.
Since it was a fire kindled by the Ruan Family, naturally, they should get the first batch to pop.
Ruan Jiaojiao had eaten puffed rice before but it was the first time she witnessed it being made, and she was particularly interested. She crouched on one side to watch, not paying attention to the many children who had suddenly gathered in their yard.
It wasn't until someone knocked her to the ground that she realized what had happened, her knee hitting the pebble-paved floor.
The pebble-paving in the Ruan Family's courtyard had been smoothed over from years of use. Even though it wasn't enough to scrape the skin, the blow was still painfully unbearable, leaving her unable to get up for quite some time.
Just as she was slowly recovering and was about to push herself up from the pebble-paved ground, Xiu Xi immediately rushed over and scooped her up.