7 He went around the oven to the rear, and selecting a handful of the dry grass and stalks standing in the corner of the kitchen, he arranged it delicately in the mouth of the oven, making the most of every leaf. Then from an old flint and iron he caught a flame and thrust it into the straw and there was a blaze. 8 This was the last morning he would have to light the fire. He had lit it every morning since his mother died six years before. He had lit the fire, boiled water, and poured the water into a bowl and taken it into the room where his father sat upon his bed, coughing and fumbling for his shoes upon the floor.Every morning for these six years the old man had waited for his son to bring in hot water to ease him of his morning coughing. Now father and son could rest. There was a woman coming to the house. Never again would Wang Lung have to rise summer and winter at dawn to light the fire. He could lie in his bed and wait, and he also would have a bowl of water brought to him, and if the earth were fruitful there would be tea -leaves in the water. Once in some years it was so. 9 And if the woman wearied there would be her children to light the fire the many children she would bear to Wang of Select two ways in which the author develops Wang Lung's anticipation and excitement about his wedding day. A. The author describes how Wang Lung carefully lights a fire in the morning. B. The author emphasizes the decision Wang Lung makes to bathe his whole body. C. The author highlights the significance of Wang Lung's decision to make tea. D. The author includes dialogue between Wang Lung and his father. E. The author reveals the reluctance of Wang Lung to get out of bed.