637. Make a small pot?
Several people quickly started to work with a clear division of labor. Some were responsible for finding wide places and building folding tents in their backpacks. Some went around to find water sources, and some went to the sea to catch some crabs and other food.
When everyone gathered around the fire, more than an hour had passed. At this time, the sky was completely dark, the starry sky was cloudless, with only flashes of stars.
A few large-tied bread crabs were placed scattered by the bonfire, as well as many small crabs and half-palm abalone, and even a few sea fish weighing one or two pounds. This was the spoil for a few people for half an hour.
For explorers, these things in the sea are simply easy to capture.
In the team, Alina was not touching the sunny face, but Irving was careless and knew everything. So after packing up the fish, she skewed the branches and roasted them.
Geng Qiuqiu here naturally took over the position of chef, and Lin Yi, who was standing by, was responsible for helping.
"Xiao Shu, what are you doing?"
"Make a small pot and use it to make soup later."
When they came out, they only brought a thermos cup for water, which could be heated by solar cells, which could completely solve the problem of water source and would not fall to the point of drinking raw water.
But it is really difficult to drink soup here. It is originally extremely difficult to walk in the rain forest, and no one will take the blame.
Tang Shu had observed the soil here along the way, which could be used to fire porcelain, so he had this idea. Since he had this condition, he naturally didn't want to give up his dream of drinking soup.
After a while, her hands covered in mud were scrubbing, she dug a hole under the fire and put it in, waiting quietly.
Geng Qiuqiu only thought she was playing and didn't take this to heart. "Give it, give me a fish pad to tamper your stomach first."
I spent the whole day walking through the rain forest, and even if everyone exercised in advance, they felt endless fatigue. This show was indeed not something that ordinary people can accept.
Tang Shu took the grilled fish and tasted it.
With water and flesh, everyone's mood was much better than during the day. The people on the opposite side seemed to be talking, and someone talked to the people next to him. After Irving had eaten, he stood up and sang y-written songs. The loud singing immediately filled the entire beach.
Yin Dong also pulled Andre to ask for advice on survival skills in the wild. The two talked freely, directly breaking the barriers between strangers.
After half an hour, Tang Shu ate a fish weighing more than one pound, then picked up the branches next to him and flipped the scorched earth at his feet calmly. Soon, he found out the concave things he had put in.
After blowing off the wood ash outside, Tang Shu got up and walked to the beach, cleaned it again and picked it up.
"Sister Geng, is there any Tamsui he called?"
"Yes, here, do you want to use it?"
"Um."
Tang Shu didn't know how to cook other dishes, but it was no problem to cook fish soup and some wild vegetables. She fixed the cooked small pot to the campfire, added about two liters of water, and also put the packed fish in.
At her feet, there were a few washed wild vegetables.
Irving, who was tired of singing, rushed over, "Your name is Shu, can I call you that?"
"Yes, Miss Irving."
"Don't call me Irving. Since I know you, I think you are good, call me Darcy?"
Chapter completed!