The production team's trio had just left the camp when Hei's shout echoed from the clifftop.
"Lin! I'm throwing it!"
Without waiting for a reaction from below, he casually tossed a black dot over the edge.
'Throwing... throwing what??'
'The pot??'
Lin Chen jumped, startled, and instinctively took a few steps back. Only then did he notice a familiar miniature parachute unfurl above the black dot—or rather, it was more accurate to call it a handkerchief bundle, the kind you often see in cartoons like Tom and Jerry.
'The surrounding area is covered in thick snow. As long as it doesn't smash into a building, it probably would have been fine even without a parachute.'
When the soup pot drifted down into the yard, Lin Chen walked over to pick it up. Suddenly, he felt that something was off.
"Huh?"
The sparkling clean bottom of the pot showed no signs of being used over a fire. It was a brand new pot!
'That Hei is a stand-up guy!'
