The campfire was still flickering as Yu Xia held the drone as a lighting tool and went with Xie Qingci to set fish traps.
They found a spot where the current was relatively gentle, fixed the vines, and let the fish trap sink into the water.
Considering that the breadcrumbs inside might not attract the fish here, Yu Xia tore off a bit of the meat bun and put it in, then casually handed the remaining bun to him without looking up.
"You eat the rest."
Xie Qingci felt a bit pitiful.
To eat a meaty bun, he had to rely on the fish; the fish had to get a bite before he could have one.
He ate the bun with one hand while using the other to stack the river's pebbles downstream of the fish trap, creating a simple barrier, hoping small shrimps or crabs might be swept there and get caught.
