Sang Ning became interested and went straight into Louis's live stream.
Then, she saw Louis riding a giant sea turtle, sailing against the wind and waves.
The giant sea turtle was truly enormous and incredibly fast, leaving waves churning wherever it went. Louis, however, remained perfectly still, sitting cross-legged on its back. The seawater splashed up by the turtle as it swam was deflected back by an invisible barrier just before it could reach him.
Therefore, Louis's clothes were completely dry.
Sang Ning frowned. Louis's strength was even greater than she had imagined, as he could condense his mental energy into a barrier.
Whether this person joining is a good thing or a bad thing is unknown.
Oh well, I've already accepted the tip, and he's here, so I'll just let him be.
At his speed, it would be good to get him to help with scrambling for survival supplies.
"Stop looking, hurry up and build the house."
She urged them on, and Monet and the others responded with an "oh," and then the six of them continued to diligently build the house.
Around 6 p.m., the group was too tired and hungry to continue.
Especially Mu Tao and the others, who not only moved stones all day, but also had to mix yellow mud adhesive, and their hands were so sore that they could hardly lift them.
Upon hearing Sang Ning say that he was going to make dinner, they immediately sat down on the ground and began to pant heavily.
Sang Ning ignored them and went to prepare dinner.
There were a few squid left from the seafood lunch, so she stir-fried them with wild chili peppers, wild scallions, and ginger.
I also made pan-fried fish chunks and stewed rabbit from the leftover sea fish and rabbit that I had simply marinated and hung on the tree to air dry.
By the time everything was ready, an hour and a half had passed. The ingredients and seasonings were all gone, and there was hardly any salt left, so the taste was a bit bland. But Mu Tao and the others enjoyed the meal.
These people are easy to take care of and don't have high requirements for food. As long as the food is cooked and they don't eat raw food, they'll be fine.
I'm really tired of eating it.
Sang Ning was not satisfied; she ate with sighs and groans.
Fimmonloa, who was gnawing on a rabbit head, turned to look at her. "What happened?"
"fine."
Sang Ning shook her head, looking puzzled, and said, "Why would you ask that? We're together every day, how could I possibly hide anything from you?"
Phylloa: "...If nothing's wrong, why are you sighing?"
It made her lose her appetite for the rabbit.
Before she finished speaking, she took another bite of the rabbit head, her eyes fixed on Sang Ning.
"Don't you guys think these dishes are pretty awful?"
Instead of answering, Sang Ning asked a question, which immediately put Mu Tao and the others on guard. What was Sang Ning's purpose in asking such a question instead of answering?
Could it be that she wanted to hear the word "unpalatable" from them so she could openly shirk her cooking duties and let them continue eating raw food?
Thinking of this, everyone shuddered.
"You're overthinking it. I think all these dishes are quite delicious."
To prove she was telling the truth, Mu Tao deliberately picked up a piece of rabbit meat, put it in her mouth, and ate it with a look of enjoyment.
"It's really delicious."
As he spoke, he kicked Luo Tianya.
"You've done a great job making this even with limited ingredients and seasonings."
Luo Tianya, who had just been kicked, immediately tried to comfort Sang Ning, hoping to dispel her reluctance to cook.
"I thought our clean plate campaign every time was enough to prove that your cooking skills are top-notch."
That's the truth.
Sang Ning hummed in agreement, "But I really don't think these dishes are very good."
Eating it occasionally is fine, but eating it every day makes me lose my appetite.
"I've made up my mind..."
What have you decided?
The five people, with their strangely similar thought processes, spoke in unison, with Mo Nainai saying urgently, "Ningning, please don't cook, I really don't want to eat raw food anymore."
"I don't want to eat grass roots and wild fruits anymore."
Philoya wore a mournful expression, followed by Mu Tao and the others, all of whom solemnly declared their refusal to eat raw food.
Sanning, "???"
No, what just happened that gave them the illusion that she didn't want to cook?
"I···"
"Don't be so 'you' or 'me'. As long as you're willing to cook and save us from the pain of eating raw food, I'll do anything for you."
Me too.
The group started talking all at once, and Sang Ning, who was interrupted and tried to interject several times but failed, was exasperated.
But she could only patiently wait for them to finish speaking before she said, half-laughing and half-crying, "I didn't say I wouldn't cook."
The others exclaimed in surprise, and Sang Ning nodded. "You heard me right. I never thought about not cooking."
As the saying goes, "Man is made of iron, and food is made of steel; if you miss a meal, you'll be starving."
Although the body has changed, the soul is a native Chinese soul, and the appetite will naturally become a Chinese appetite as well.
"What I mean is, we should start making salt."
Salt production?
Those who weren't cooking all spoke in unison. Sang Ning hummed in agreement, while Mu Tao asked in confusion, "Have I finished my bag of salt?"
"I remember there was a lot of salt, how come it's all used up so quickly?"
Sang Ning's lips twitched slightly. "You really don't have much salt, not even half a pound. The fact that you've managed to hold on until now is only because I've been saving every penny."
"If we don't start producing salt soon, we'll run out of salt."
Upon hearing this, everyone realized the seriousness of the matter. Although races are now mixed in this era, apart from the original humans who are truly pure-blooded, the remaining humans have impure genes due to interbreeding.
But no matter how impure they are, it doesn't mean they can live without salt.
No matter how optimized your genes are, your body can't withstand a lack of salt intake.
"sun."
Mu Tao made the final decision, "Just tell us what you need us to do."
“We don’t know how to make salt, but we are obedient. We guarantee that we will do whatever you tell us to do and get things done according to your instructions.”
As soon as he said this, everyone responded and promised to do a good job.
Sang Ning laughed.
"You guys continue building the houses tomorrow. I'll go check out the location first. Salt production won't be successful anytime soon. Until then, we need to rely on the survival supply kits. Do you understand what I mean?"
That's very insightful, but things might be difficult to handle.
"We might not be able to get our hands on any survival supply packs."
Clyde was worried, "The quota is too small, and there are too many competitors vying for it."
"Besides that, there is another crucial issue: no one knows where the production team will place the survival supplies packages."
"If it's close to us, we can take advantage of the distance and seize the initiative. But if it's far away, by the time we arrive exhausted, the survival supplies will have already been looted."
“Clyde is right. I don’t think we should have too much hope for the supplies package.”
Sang Ning felt there was still hope, after all, "You've forgotten one thing, Louis is coming."
She laughed and said, "This is someone who can ride a sea turtle in the ocean. When that day comes, we might be able to travel there by sea."
"Oh right, how could we forget about Louis?"
Monet clapped her hands and laughed, "We can count on that."
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