"Maybe. Who knows."
He wasn't worried about anything really happening to Connor. The production crew wasn't just for show. If there were any real trouble, they would have heard the sound of helicopter engines by now, not this dead silence.
With that, he got up, went inside, and took the two smoldering Swedish torches with him.
It was freezing outside, and the warmth from the mutton soup couldn't last forever. Andre hurried in after him.
As soon as he stepped inside, he saw Lin Chen pick up a bag of flour.
"Flour?!"
His eyes lit up. "You can actually trade for something like this? But it's such a precious ingredient. Are you sure it's alright to use it to cook for me, instead of keeping it for yourself?"
"We'll eat it together. Just consider it payment in advance for using your mutton to trade for ingredients with the production crew. You have a right to a share of this flour."
With the steady heat from the two torches, the room quickly grew warm.
