The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 638 - 637. Make a small pot?

Chapter 638: 637. Make a small pot?

The group quickly divided the work and got busy. Some were responsible for finding a spacious area to set up the folding tents from their backpacks, others went to search for a water source nearby, and some caught crabs and the like in the sea for food.

By the time everyone gathered around the campfire, more than an hour had passed, and it was completely dark outside. The sky was cloudless, adorned only by twinkling stars.

Scattered around the campfire were several handsomely bound bread crabs, numerous small crabs, and abalones the size of half a palm, along with a few sea fish weighing a pound or two. These were the spoils of a half-hour’s effort.

For the explorers, these offerings from the sea were as good as served on a platter.

In the group, Alina wouldn’t so much as touch a spring onion, but Owen had an easygoing nature and knew a bit of everything, so after cleaning up the fish, he skewered them on sticks and roasted them over the fire.

Over here, Geng Qiuqiu naturally took over the role of the chef, with Lin Yi helping on the side.

"Xiao Shu, what are you doing?"

"Making a small pot, to cook some soup later."

When they set out, they only brought insulated mugs for carrying water that could be heated by solar-powered batteries, which could completely solve the water source issue, ensuring they wouldn’t have to resort to drinking raw water.

But wanting to enjoy soup here was another hurdle altogether, as it was extremely difficult to move through the rainforest, and nobody would think of carrying a pot with them.

Tang Shu had been observing the local soil along the way, which was entirely suitable for pottery, thus she conceived the idea. With the conditions at hand, she naturally did not want to give up the dream of having soup.

After fussing with the muddy hands for quite a while, she dug a pit beneath the fire and placed the makeshift pot inside, waiting quietly.

Geng Qiuqiu thought she was playing and didn’t take it seriously, "Here, have a fish to fill your stomach first."

Having trekked through the rainforest the whole day, everyone felt boundless fatigue despite being fit from prior workouts. This program was truly not for the faint-hearted.

Tang Shu took the roasted fish and started eating.

With food and water aplenty, everyone was in a much better mood than during the day. People across the fire seemed to unlock their vault of words, chatting with the person next to them. Owen, after filling his belly, stood up and began singing a song in English, his resonating voice instantly filling the entire beach.

Yin Dong also began consulting Andre on wilderness survival skills, their animated conversation breaking down the barrier of strangers.

After half an hour, Tang Shu had eaten more than a pound of fish and then casually started digging up the baked earth with a branch, soon retrieving the concave object she had buried earlier.

After blowing off the outer layer of ashes and dirt, Tang Shu got up, went to the seaside, washed the item, and brought it back.

"Sister Geng, do you still have the fresh water we collected?"

"Yes, it’s right here. Do you need it?"

"Mhm."

Tang Shu might not have been adept at cooking other dishes, but making a fish soup with some wild vegetables was well within her reach. She secured the newly-made small pot over the campfire, poured in around two liters of water, and added the cleaned fish into it.

At her feet were a few freshly washed, crisp wild vegetables.

Owen, tired from singing, came over immediately, "You’re Shu, right? Can I call you that?"

"Yes, Ms. Owen."

"Stop calling me Owen. We’re acquaintances now, and I think you’re great, call me Darcy, okay?"