After finishing these tasks, the two began to consider what to eat for dinner. Of course, cooking was Wang Lun's responsibility, given Li Ling's special circumstances. Wang Lun asked Li Ling for her opinion, but she had no ideas. So Wang Lun thought for a moment and said, "How about we make a fish soup and stir-fry some mushrooms and sliced meat?" Li Ling was shocked. How could they cook in this situation? Seeing her expression, Wang Lun guessed what she was thinking and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me. You just wait here to eat." He then went to get two pots, washed them at the sink, and brought back the earthenware pot filled with water. He then lit the stove where the earthenware pot was placed and began preparing the ingredients. He took out a fish, cut it into pieces, and soaked some dried wild vegetables. He then took a few mushrooms he had picked yesterday, sliced them, and set them aside. He also took out the mountain rat meat, cut it in half, and sliced it. Then light another stove to warm the pot, then add the sliced meat, stirring constantly to prevent sticking. Once the fat has rendered, add the mushrooms, a few peppercorns, and some salt, and stir-fry for a while longer. After the fire in the stove goes out, place the pot on top to keep it warm, preventing it from cooling down too quickly. Then, wait for the stewed fish to cook, and it's ready to eat.
Soon, the stewed fish was ready. Wang Lun poured the stir-fried mushrooms and meat from the pot into a large bowl, then placed it on the table, followed by the stewed fish. The two began to eat. Li Ling first picked up a piece of the stir-fried mushrooms and meat, ate it, and looked quite satisfied, which made one chuckle. But thinking about it, it seemed normal; after all, they had been on the island for over twenty days, eating stewed, boiled, and roasted food every day, and today they finally had a stir-fried dish. Wang Lun first served them a bowl of wild vegetable stewed fish, since stir-fried dishes weren't filling, but wild vegetable stewed fish was. After serving the soup, Wang Lun also picked up a piece of the stir-fried mushrooms and meat, ate it, and felt a difference. However, he also felt a little sorry for the food, as stir-frying was much more troublesome and used more ingredients than stewing, and there was still some oil left in the pot. Wang Lun even considered using the remaining oil to fry some pancakes to save for breakfast the next day. He thought of it and went to do it, telling Li Ling, and the two hurriedly ate, partly because it was so delicious and partly because they hadn't eaten it in a long time. The stir-fried mushrooms and pork were quickly finished by the two of them.
Wang Lun took a large bowl, scooped some kudzu root powder into it, added a little water, and kneaded it evenly. He also rubbed the oil from the bowl into the flour. Then he lit the stove, placed the dough in the pan, and spread it out. He just waited for it to fry slowly. Then Wang Lun went back to eat, only needing to turn the pancake occasionally, flip it, or add some firewood; it didn't really interfere with his meal.
After the two finished their meal, the pancakes were also ready, but Wang Lun didn't intend to take them out. He put the lid on and saved them for breakfast the next day.
Wang Lun went out to wash the pots, and Li Ling tidied up the table. Then she started weaving a curtain, which Wang Lun had asked her to weave. It could be used on the shed when it rained, and hung at the door when it didn't rain to prevent insects from getting into the house.
A little while later, Wang Lun returned after washing the pots and pans. After setting them aside, he moved the basket used for the fish, took a handful of dry grass, folded one blade in half, threaded it through the fish's gills, tied a knot, and then placed the fish in the basket. Li Ling had originally planned to come and help, but Wang Lun, considering that she needed time to weave the door curtain, told her to focus on that first, and that he could do all the work himself.
It took Wang Lun over an hour to tie up all the fish. Then it was time to hang them on the roof, which required Li Ling's help. Wang Lun first brought the ladder inside and leaned it against the wall. He climbed the ladder, and Li Ling handed him the fish. Wang Lun then wrapped grass around the branches and secured it with a small twig. This would make it easy to retrieve later; he could simply break or remove the twig with a stick, and the fish would fall down on its own. With one person hanging and the other handing over the fish, the two of them worked for three hours to hang all the fish on the roof.
After finishing these tasks, Wang Lun went outside to set up the ladder. The wind had picked up, rustling the leaves. He went back inside, closed the window, and washed his hands with the water Li Ling had heated earlier. As he went outside to pour out the water, he noticed it was raining. First, drops fell on his face, then more and more, and soon the rain intensified. Wang Lun quickly went back inside, closed the door, and said, "It's raining outside, and the wind is blowing. Don't go out unless you have to." Then, he suddenly remembered that the hay hadn't been weighed down yet. So he opened the door, went to the shed, and grabbed a bundle of firewood, placing it on top of the hay. He also took some hay back inside. Then, holding a torch and wearing a straw hat, he checked everything else in the camp. He found nothing wrong; the only problem was probably the waterway at the source. He was worried that the heavy rain might cause the water to rise and wash it away, but there was nothing he could do now; he had to leave it to fate. However, thinking of water, Wang Lun went inside and took out the earthenware pot and the unused bamboo tube, filled them with water, and saved them for use the next morning.
When Wang Lun returned to the house, he found that Li Ling was still awake and weaving a curtain. He said, "Go to sleep. It's so late. You can finish the rest tomorrow." Li Ling said, "You go to sleep first. There's only a little left." Wang Lun couldn't persuade Li Ling otherwise, so he also took some dry grass and prepared to weave straw sandals.
After more than twenty minutes, Li Ling finished weaving the last strand of straw, and the curtain was complete. Seeing that Li Ling was finished, Wang Lun put down what he was doing and said, "Go to sleep quickly, it's very late." Li Ling replied, "You go to sleep first, I'm going to the toilet." She then went to the kang (heated brick bed) to get a sanitary pad, grabbed a torch, and went out. Wang Lun had no choice but to wait.
After a while, Li Ling returned, her head a little wet, but thankfully not too wet, and she could dry it off with a little warmth. The two of them warmed themselves by the fire for a while longer, and only after Li Ling had dried herself off did they go to bed on the kang (heated brick bed).
This time, almost all teams were prepared for the rain, but their preparations were mainly for waterproofing; the key issue is that this is a typhoon. It's uncertain how many people will be eliminated after this. The production team has also made preparations, building a temporary base on the island to house contestants eliminated during the typhoon. Additionally, a ship is docked not far from the island to provide logistical support.
Now, both the contestants on the island and the production team outside the island are prepared for the typhoon and are just waiting for it to arrive.
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