Chapter 1000
Chapter 1000: Wild Boar Dinner Activity (3)_1
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The thickness is about two centimeters, good enough for a pork chop.
Sandy Cruz was somewhat surprised.
And then—
Flossie Wright performed what seemed like magic.
As her hand rose and the knife fell, the sharp edge of the Dagger barely touched the meat before cleanly slicing it into even pieces.
Her speed was so fast it was dizzying.
After a while—
All the meat from one leg was cut.
Flossie Wright withdrew the Dagger.
What came back into view was the neatly machine-cut-like wild pork arranged on the banana leaves.
Sandy Cruz’s brows furrowed but soon relaxed.
He suddenly remembered that once while eating with Flossie Wright, a cook complained to her with a grim face, saying "Without your knife technique, Squad Leader Lin is now dissatisfied with everyone else’s cutting."
At the time, he didn’t pay much attention.
Now it seems—
Flossie Wright’s knife skills, when it comes to cutting vegetables, were more than suitable.
Who knows how many chefs would be clamoring for them.
"How’d you learn that?" Sandy suddenly asked.
Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Flossie Wright lifted the Dagger in her hand.
Shrugging, Flossie Wright bent her eyes in a smile, "Cut a ton of fruit."
With a slight smile, Flossie Wright leaned in a little closer and asked with a laugh, "You want to learn?"
"Don’t want to."
Sandy Cruz rejected the idea outright.
Flossie Wright shook her head in disappointment.
He really is a block of wood.
After thinking it over, Flossie Wright cocked her head, as if suddenly struck by a thought, and immediately stood up.
Sandy Cruz gave her a puzzled look.
Flossie Wright rummaged through the pile of banana leaves and found quite a few things.
They were made of strips of bamboo, with several thin bamboo strips crisscrossing each other, leaving square gaps in the middle, like a woven net.
But this net, it didn’t bend.
Perfect for roasting meat.
Sandy Cruz watched her with a frown, a trace of confusion crossing his eyes.
He never knew where Flossie Wright sprang from; she always came up with all sorts of odd contraptions out of nowhere.
"Here, for the meat to be roasted."
Flossie Wright handed those "bamboo nets" to Sandy Cruz.
After a moment of silence, Sandy Cruz thought it over and took them.
So, Flossie Wright went off to make the "roof."
The so-called roof meant finding suitable branches above the "bed," tying a few crossbeams between two trees, and then splitting banana leaves down the middle, in half, and placing them over the crossbeams.
Expecting rain tonight, Flossie Wright made the "roof" a bit bigger, shielding not just the "bed" but also the campfire and the surrounding area.
Flossie Wright worked quickly.
By the time Sandy Cruz finished roasting four pieces of wild pork, her "roof" was done too.
The two had a leisurely time, even washing their hands with water from the kettle before eating.
"Did you add salt?"
Looking at the roasted meat placed on the banana leaves, Flossie Wright’s eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement.
"Added it," Sandy Cruz replied, ready to start eating.
Though it was roast meat, since it was wild boar, they feared parasites might be in the meat, so Sandy Cruz cooked it thoroughly, even charring those "bamboo nets" to a crisp.
He took a bite.
The meat was tough; grilled over a fire without a hint of seasoning, it tasted somewhat bland.
The flavor was very ordinary.
After a pause, Sandy looked toward Flossie Wright, seemingly asking her opinion on the taste.
Meeting his gaze, Flossie pondered for a moment before turning to him and saying, "Don’t worry, it’s better than mine."
A sharp twitch tugged at the corner of Sandy’s mouth.
Better than hers.
Apparently, that wasn’t saying much.
"Don’t cook much?"
After a few bites, Flossie asked Sandy out of boredom.
Actually, she wasn’t the talkative type.
But she wasn’t reticent either; she just knew what to say and what not to say.
When faced with Sandy, Flossie tended to strike up a conversation with him out of habit.
It wasn’t that Sandy was reticent; he just wasn’t too keen on engaging with others, or rather, he couldn’t be bothered to do so.
He was the complete opposite of Belinda Nichols, who was extremely sparing with words.
"Yeah." Sandy responded indifferently.
"No wonder."
Flossie seemed contemplative.
Sandy had almost no desire to deal with her.
Flossie didn’t mind; she continued eating her grilled meat.
Compared to hers, Sandy’s cooking was indeed much better.
In any case—
Well, it was cooked at least.
It wasn’t charred, there was no raw meat, and while it might be tough, one thing was for sure—it was cooked through everywhere.
"Rumble rumble—"
Less than two minutes later, the sky suddenly erupted with thunder.
Flossie’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
As expected, it was going to rain.
A while later, having finished a piece of meat, Flossie stood up from the boulder, dusted off her hands, and said, "We need to gather some dry firewood."
If they were to keep a fire going all night, the small amount of wood they had collected was definitely not enough.
It might last half an hour at most.
If it started raining and they went to collect then, the wet firewood would be hard to ignite.
Better gather it quickly.
Having dinner a bit late wasn’t an issue.
"Mhm." Sandy barely glanced up, then stood up as well, "I’ll come with you."
"Afraid I’ll get lost?"
Flossie shot him a surprised look.
"Afraid you’ll die."
Sandy shot back at her with a languid tone.
Without getting upset, Flossie shrugged her shoulders, accepting the implication.
In this place, dry firewood was everywhere; countless dead trees and branches lay on the ground, having lost their moisture over time.
The area within ten meters or so had been cleared by Sandy, so they had to venture further, relying on a few burning sticks to light up their surroundings.
It took about ten minutes.
As the heavy rain started to pour down, they both carried a large pile of dead wood to the Sanctuary.
They heaped it all under the "roof" to prevent it from getting wet from the rain.
Just as Flossie dropped the dead wood and stood up, she felt a cold object drop from the sky.
Following close behind was Sandy’s voice—
"Don’t move!"
— End of Chapter 1000 —