Ethan Monroe's words kept Flora Bloom and the others laughing the whole way. Amid their cheerful chatter, time flew by. The sun wasn't scorching, but it was already high in the sky.
Flora had been feeling hungry for a while. The group pulled over by the highway, hopped over the guardrail, and found a safe spot to start a fire.
Flora's space was like a treasure chest, fully stocked with everything needed for survival.
She took out a large pot big enough for five or six people, a bag of flour, a carton of eggs, a few bright red tomatoes, and a dewy head of napa cabbage. Pots, bowls, ladles, basins, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar—all the kitchen essentials were there. She even produced a large bucket of water needed for the dough drop soup, placing everything on a picnic blanket spread on the ground.
"I'm craving some dough drop soup."
