Gu Qiaoqiao lowered her head, staring blankly at the branch in front of her.
It felt like a wooden fish spear.
"All the food is in the trunk, and now that we can't open it, Luh Fei won't be back until evening..."
Qin Yize softened as he saw the look of confusion on Gu Qiaoqiao's face and gently explained.
After all, they needed to find something to distract each other for a while.
Otherwise, Qin Yize didn't want to spend the following journey in an awkward silence.
And the most important point was that when it came to technique, he truly didn't have the precision that Gu Qiaoqiao did.
"But, without a pot, are we supposed to eat them raw?" Although her voice was hoarse, Gu Qiaoqiao eventually spoke up.
Qin Yize relaxed inside, took out a match from his shirt pocket, raised an eyebrow, and said, "If you can spear a fish, we'll grill it to eat."
Grilled fish?
That could work!