With just a light press, the dead leaves and twigs could be ignited, a feeling that allowed Chen Zhou to reclaim a semblance of still living a modern life.
In the cave dwelling, he could still restrain the urge to use a lighter and honestly start a fire with a flint.
But outdoors, he always prioritized using a lighter, even when there was no urgent need for a fire.
Perhaps it was because of his nostalgia for modern life, but mostly laziness was at play.
Lighting the bonfire, taking out a small can, and cooking some dried meat, he glanced at Lai Fu's sorry figure and suddenly remembered the promise he once made to Lai Fu—
"Someday I'll make time to teach them a lesson for you, net a few dozen and make roast frogs to vent your anger."
That seemed to have happened when he transported the first batch of supplies from the boat, and upon reflection, it already felt a bit fuzzy.
