The taste of the roasted frog was almost identical to the one he tried in his childhood. The familiar flavor warmed Chen Zhou's heart and filled his stomach.
Used to eating seal and sheep meat, the sudden change in flavor made it even more tender and delicious to him.
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With the two-day holiday over, the tasks listed on the schedule pressed down one by one, waiting to be completed.
The rice was quickly dried, and carefully weighing the amount, Chen Zhou selected the plumpest grains and the heaviest ears to use as seeds for the next season. The less appealing ones were husked and pounded to serve as food.
Since landing on the island, he hadn't had rice for more than half a year.
Living on gruel daily, occasional dumplings or noodle soup couldn't quench Chen Zhou's longing for rice.
Having sorted out the rice grains suitable for seeds, he sprouted them in advance using socks and glass jars, then set about making an earthen huller.
