But the next moment, her face scrunched up as she looked at the cucumbers Qingcao had just delivered to her stone table.
'Wasting food is a shame,' she thought, 'but there's no way I can eat all of these by myself. Besides, it's so hot that they'll spoil in two days at most.'
"Maybe I should sun-dry them," she mused. "With the sun this strong, they'll last a long time once they're dried."
Muttering to herself, Wu Yue went into the kitchen and brought out a wooden bucket.
After washing the cucumbers, she sliced them into thin, even pieces and tossed them with salt in a nearby wooden basin.
'There,' she thought. 'They'll be ready to sun-dry tomorrow.'
After tidying up the kitchen, she found herself frowning as she gazed toward the tribe's entrance.
'Why aren't Yuan Lang and the others back yet? There hasn't been any news from the System, either.'
'Calling the damn System. If you're there, squeak once!'
"SQUEAK~"
Wu Yue: "..."
