Hungry. She was so hungry, but there's nothing to eat.
Xanthea reluctantly shook her head, her conscience betraying her true feelings, while her starry eyes shimmered with a pleading look, which made the man's heart almost melt.
"Just wait."
"Huh?"
By the campfire, in a large lotus leaf filled with river water, a few fish and shrimp were happily wriggling. Orion picked out a trout, while Martin noticed Orion's intent to grill and quickly grabbed the biggest pike.
"Mr. Lockwood, you should grill this one. It's bigger and tastier."
"No thanks, pike has too many bones."
"It does have more bones than trout, but…"
He's not eating it, so why does it matter?
Martin was puzzled until he spotted Xanthea across the fire and suddenly understood—could it be he didn't want Xanthea to get hurt by the bones?
"Mr. Lockwood, are you grilling fish too?"
"Here, take this branch!"
"Mr. Lockwood, I'd advise against it. Its taste is awful."
The group of trainees gathered around, intrigued by his intent to grill. Xanthea was equally surprised.
Although he was an excellent chef, there were no tools or ingredients here. Even the best chef can't work miracles without basics, right?
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