The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Xufang Town had mountains and rivers, flowers and bridges, endless misty rain, and sprawling winter snow—a place that could heal the heart. Zhou Xufang really liked it here, but there was one thing that she didn’t appreciate—

These past few days, many young girls had been passing by her front door, all trying to catch a glimpse of Tiangang Village’s new village flower—Comrade Liu Hua.

Zhou Xufang was a bit unhappy now, sitting on the little stool by the kitchen door, she asked Jiang Zhi, who was behind the stove, "Is the fire lit?"

The gas had just been delivered recently, and Jiang Zhi had already managed to break the gas stove.

"Not yet." A whole box of matches had already been used up, and Jiang Zhi was growing increasingly dissatisfied with them, "There’s something wrong with these matches, they just won’t light."

But the matches had already been replaced three times, and everyone else in the village was using the same kind.

Zhou Xufang got up from the stool, walked over to the stove, grabbed the match that Jiang Zhi couldn’t light, took it in both hands, and with a snap, it broke in half.

Jiang Zhi: "..."

"Move over a bit," Zhou Xufang said.

Jiang Zhi handed her the stool and moved to the corner inside.

Zhou Xufang set up the snapped match, placed some dry leaves underneath, lit the leaves first, then snapped another match, set it up, and blew on it a few times.

A little while later: "There, done."