The reef camp was unusually silent at the moment.
On the wooden tables they had set up, there were all sorts of food.
But the problem was, some of the food on the table still looked normal.
While two or three among them didn't seem edible, resembling some kind of filth.
Especially Matilda's bowl, everyone could even sense a faint trace of poison from it.
What does this mean?
Do they want to eat poisoned food?
And even the few dishes that appeared edible didn't look fit to eat.
A smell was lingering in the camp.
They had to open a vent to dispel this odor.
"Why don't we just barbecue the meat? That's simple."
"No problem, no problem."
Everyone quickly agreed.
They complained about others' cooking while their own was subpar; that was their current situation.
Only Juanlu, tied up by the hands, stood beside them with a smile.
Having not prepared food themselves for a long time, they enjoyed a simple meal of barbecued meat slices and began to rest in the camp.
