It was almost noon, time to cook.
Lin Feng dug out a patch of soil with the babies' small shovels and set up a tripod. He took out a small pot, over twenty centimeters in diameter, to make some congee.
This was the pot the shop owner had given him when he'd bought the fourth tent. He had also given them a triangular, fireproof stand with a partition in the middle, allowing the pot to sit on top while a fire burned underneath.
Lin Feng had only told them to move the supplies, so they hadn't known what was in the bags. The pot and various other items were packed together, and since Lin Feng had said he would handle them, no one else had touched them.
An Lan exclaimed, "Wow, this is interesting!"
