Chapter 1493
Chapter 1493: Master Pei’s Tenderness Part 2 (3)_1
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Having dropped that remark, Perry Reed felt an annoyance well up inside him as he stood and walked straight toward the cave entrance.
Because of this disturbance, Flossie Wright, who had been staring at the campfire, suddenly lifted her eyes and glanced over his figure.
At the same time, the obedient eagle perched on her shoulder stirred, and then spread its wings to take off, making a "flapping" sound as it flew toward Perry Reed.
Having shrugged off his windbreaker, Perry Reed was left in a white shirt paired with black casual pants—a clean and simple outfit that, nonetheless, exuded an air of prideful aloofness.
He walked slowly toward the entrance of the cave. Ahead was the faint light; behind him stood the golden eagle with its wings spread wide. In that moment, the scene was stern and sharp, yet also possessed an indescribable grandeur.
Flossie couldn’t help but take a longer look.
The eagle perched on Perry Reed’s shoulder, both man and bird sharing the same proud and indifferent demeanor as they left her field of vision.
It wasn’t until this man and bird disappeared at the mouth of the cave that Flossie turned her gaze back to the fire and continued to add wood to it.
Of course, she also forgot to control the heat of the fire.
In less than twenty minutes, Perry Reed returned, dragging a large bundle of firewood—enough to burn for two or three hours for the both of them.
And the eagle, upon seeing Flossie, immediately flew over to her, completely drenched.
It landed steadily on her shoulder once more.
"What did you do?"
After dragging the firewood to the side, Perry Reed caught a glimpse of Flossie and his expression turned slightly colder.
"I don’t know."
Looking at the blackened items on the fire, Flossie appeared very innocent.
By the time she paid attention, the poor food was already charred beyond recognition.
Perry Reed’s mouth twitched violently.
He paused for a moment.
Thinking better of it, Perry Reed still walked over.
He hadn’t really experienced Flossie’s destructive capabilities in cooking.
But he wasn’t surprised either.
Approaching the campfire, Perry Reed squatted down opposite it, and swiftly took down the two sticks with fish and snake skewered on them.
They were blackened.
He took out a knife and cut through the meat a couple of times.
The meat wasn’t cooked yet.
The outside was charred, but the inside remained raw.
Undoubtedly—
"The fire was too high," Perry Reed identified the problem.
Flossie responded indifferently.
The fire had indeed significantly reduced while Perry Reed was away.
However, she was accustomed to being disappointed.
"You handle it."
Flossie sat motionless and directly passed the mess over to Perry Reed.
Until now, she hadn’t felt cold—her most basic motor functions were still intact, but having sat down and rested, the warmth from the fire made her sensations return suddenly.
The prolonged activity had left her limbs and muscles sore and weak.
And now with the warmth, she felt even colder.
So much so that she completely lacked the energy to move.
Catching a glimpse of her state, Perry Reed took on the task without saying a word.
After controlling the heat, Perry Reed placed them back on the rack.
"The salt is in the jacket," Flossie suddenly said after a while.
Perry Reed glanced over at her.
He then looked at her jacket set aside to dry; the color of the military uniform made him frown, but he still silently went over to it and fished out the 100-gram packet of salt from her pocket.
"Stingy," Perry Reed coldly remarked, looking at the packet of salt in his hand.
— End of Chapter 1493 —