Zhao Jiner was extremely embarrassed. She hurriedly kindled a fire to bake her clothes dry and urged Grandma Sun to set off on her journey.,Perhaps the Qin family thought he wouldn't live long, so even when burning him at his death, they wouldn't use much firewood.,Regardless of whether he was calling to himself, Zhao Jin'er still walked over to the small table in three steps and two strides, poured a bowl of hot tea for him, and held it out.。