Fu Miaoxue was awakened by the enticing smell of food. She was already hungry, and the aroma made it even harder to bear, so she opened her eyes and looked around for food.
Then she saw Du Lai sitting by the stove, grilling fish.
"Smells amazing!" She crawled over and found not only grilled fish but also shrimp and clams, instantly becoming even happier, "Such a feast today?"
Du Lai handed her a grilled fish, feeling pretty good himself, and smiled, saying, "I went to check the fishing traps today and had a good haul. The leftovers can be smoked and preserved. I'll get a couple of birds tonight, so we won't have to worry about food for the next few days."
Fu Miaoxue took a bite of the fish, her eyes squinting with satisfaction: "Delicious!"
The fish skin was crisp, the flesh tender, and the food cooked over the smoky fire had a unique flavor—savory with a hint of bitterness—making it the best meal Fu Miaoxue had had since she was stranded.
