Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing leisurely finished fetching water, then started walking back. Just before reaching the camp, they gathered some firewood.
The snake they encountered during the last outdoor activity had left a psychological shadow on both of them. In the pitch-darkness, after finding the firewood, they hurried back to the open space near the camp.
In the meantime, Baili Zhao and the others had already dug two pits and lit two bonfires, waiting for the water from the two of them.
The water was used up quickly for cleaning tools and cooking, consuming almost two-thirds of it. With nothing else to do, Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing went to the river again. By the time they came back, Fo Zhe had already made a scallion scrambled egg.
Using a soldier's shovel to scramble the egg, his movements were skillful and right at the finishing stage, filling the air with a mouth-watering aroma.
Ren Yu's mouth fell open, staring in astonishment at the usually inconspicuous Fo Zhe.
