The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 639 - 638. Questioning

Chapter 639: 638. Questioning

Darcy, being the only female explorer in the team, had been curious about Tang Shu’s physical strength all along.

Moreover, after eating their grilled fish during the day, it seemed like they had established some kind of revolutionary friendship. Their fondness for each other kept soaring, almost surpassing that for their own teammates.

After introducing herself, she very naturally took a seat next to the empty spot beside Tang Shu.

"You look so petite, yet you’re so strong. Are you an explorer as well as an actor?"

"No, I’m just an actor."

"Are all actors from the Eastern Country as fit as you? I’ve had to endure a lot of hardship to get where I am today."

"I’ve trained before, so my physical fitness is a bit better than the average person’s."

Darcy kept firing questions and after a few minutes, the big pot close at hand suddenly caught her eye.

"Hey, hey? You actually brought a pot with you? But that’s not right, how come I didn’t see it this morning?"

The shining big pot was conspicuously placed on the campfire stand; how had she missed it during mealtime?

If you think about it, it definitely would have been visible during the day.

No sooner had Darcy’s words fallen than everyone who was chatting turned to look in this direction, spotting the earthy pot for the first time.

Roger exclaimed in shock, "You didn’t have this pot when you arrived! Did you get it from the Program Team? How come we don’t have one; that’s cheating!"

Tang Shu’s lips twitched, she always felt this guy’s intelligence was a bit worrying.

Cheating?

His imagination was rather vivid, but it seemed a little brainless. In this kind of 360-degree, no-dead-angle filming adventure reality show, which would later be subjected to the scrutiny of a multitude of netizens with eyes like a fiery torch, who would dare to cheat?

"I just made it."

As the water in the "pot" slowly began to bubble, the fragrance of the fish soup wafted through the air, and Tang Shu calmly added a handful of fresh wild greens.

"Sister Geng, do you have any more spices?"

Just fish soup might be a bit bland.

Geng Qiuqiu, who had been staring in astonishment, almost reflexively nodded her head blankly, "Yes, there’s still a bag of white pepper powder, useful for seasoning."

"Good."

Tang Shu moved aside, giving Geng Qiuqiu the best spot. When it came to sprinkling white pepper powder, she, a kitchen novice, really had no clue.

The events here unfolded in seconds, while Roger’s face still held the original look of disbelief, his thoughts frozen on the previous question.

"Impossible, how could it be homemade? That’s a pot!"

As the dry wood under the campfire crackled, the pot was diligently doing its job, not a single drop of water falling from its hemispherical body.

The very thing that made Roger adamantly sure it hadn’t been made just now was the fact that there were half-circle handles on each side of the pot!

Who would make a makeshift pot and manage to create handles too?

Seeing that Geng Qiuqiu was still dazed after taking over the cooking task, Tang Shu glanced at him nonchalantly during her idle moment, "There’s mud in the rainforest, and here’s fire. As long as I have hands, I can make it."

What was there to question?

It was just a pot. Given the right conditions, she could even make various kinds of pottery.

Andre and the others exchanged glances, their faces also showing skepticism. They had been busy eating and setting up tents before, totally neglecting what this little girl from the East was doing.