The salmon sashimi tasted quite good too, but Ian didn't like to eat it raw. Besides, this was the Otherworld, who knew if the fish were the same as those on Earth, or if there were parasites unknown to everyone?
Flame-grilling, of course, was a relatively safe choice.
Hiliard hadn't returned yet, and Elan was still asleep. Ian tidied up his clothes and found a few more holes in his pants, which made him frown slightly, "Looks like I need to buy some new clothes... it's fine now in summer, but no matter how tough the Terra People's constitution is, autumn and winter will inevitably be inconvenient."
The boy took off his soaked clothes, placed them by the brazier to dry, and then began to deal with the salmon.