As he was cutting the forearm-length bamboo shoot into thin strips and crescent-shaped slices, the water in the pot of Green Mussels began to boil.
The fresh scent of lemongrass rose with the steam. Plump Green Mussels bobbed up and down in the boiling water, gradually turning the broth a pale white.
As it simmered, a few droplets of oil floated to the surface.
He wasn't sure if the oil was rendered from the coconut meat or the Green Mussels—another one of his recent discoveries.
Either way, it was a source of fat. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
He waited patiently for three or four minutes as the fragrance grew stronger.
Lin Chen stared longingly at the shellfish in the coconut shell. Unable to contain his ravenous hunger any longer, he used his branch chopsticks to pick out the plumpest morsel and blow on it to cool it down.
He had barely eaten anything since morning. How could he be expected to resist the delicious Green Mussels right in front of him?
