Peng Yuqiu didn't continue chatting with Chen Shuhao.
After he walked very far away, Chen Shuhao sat weakly on the ground. From her elevated position, she looked at the scenery below—jungle, beach, sea—endless in the distance, yet nearby, everything seemed obstructive.
At nine in the morning, Mo Shangjun and Mu Cheng had already prepared all the fish; there was grilled fish and fish soup. Although there were no seasonings, compared to the compressed biscuits in their hands, it was considered a delicacy.
Even the two uneasy, fleeing fishermen began to enjoy this rare breakfast on the deserted island when the fish soup was served.
After giving them two grilled fish, Mo Shangjun asked Mu Cheng to distribute the rest and then sat under a tree, eating grilled fish and drinking water while keeping an eye on the current situation.
