'The master chef isn't touching it, so why should I?'
'Wasn't getting burned once enough? Do I really have to make a fool of myself a second time in front of this huge audience?'
'I wasn't sure if the jam would be hot, but I know for a fact that freshly boiled soup could kill someone.'
Seeing the guy had learned his lesson so quickly, Lin Chen decided not to tease him. He picked two chopstick-thick twigs from the firewood pile, carved their tips into wedges with his tactical knife, then sliced a short slit down the middle of each.
He found a nearby birch tree, cut off two oval pieces of bark, and rinsed them clean. He made a vertical cut in each piece of bark, overlapped the two sides of the cut, and wedged them into the slit in the twigs. And just like that, two simple wooden spoons were made.
To make the spoons sturdier, he even pulled up some dry wild grass, dampened it, and used it like a rope to bind the twigs, ensuring the bark wouldn't slip out.
"Oh?"
