"Now we don't even have a pot. Are we having barbecue tonight?" Sensing a somewhat tense atmosphere, Li Lin changed the topic, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
When it came to food, my eyes lit up. "No pot, but we still have other good stuff. It's my turn to perform tonight!"
"Bluffing! With just these things, can you really make something special?" Xu Xiaorong teased, finding a chance to mock me.
I thought to myself, this girl never learns. Am I the kind of person who talks big? Ignoring her, I walked over quickly and took out the metal plates I found in the morning. Since they were just support brackets, without any paint on them, they were perfect for making iron plate grills. If it were right after arriving on the deserted island, these metal plates wouldn't have worked for a teppanyaki grill because a bonfire couldn't secure them.
But things were different now. During this period, I built a makeshift stove at the entrance of the cave using mud. Although it was rudimentary, it was a cylindrical shape made of mud with ventilation holes in the back and openings at the front and top.
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The front was used for placing firewood, and the top could hold a pot. This stove had two advantages: it made cooking convenient and saved fuel, preventing wasted firepower. This fixed device on the ground couldn't be easily taken away by Hu Yijian and the others, making it one of the few tools we had left.
I placed the metal plate over the stove, added some seasonings, boiled them in water for a while, then cut the large bird meat into small pieces, adding wild vegetables. In no time, the fragrant teppanyaki was ready, the bird meat sizzling with oil, making it look incredibly tempting. Unfortunately, there was no rice here; otherwise, the sauce from the teppanyaki would have been a perfect match.
When I was in school, I worked at a teppanyaki restaurant and learned a thing or two. Now, those skills were finally coming in handy.
"It's so delicious!" Peggy hurriedly ate, alternating between burning her hands and continuously picking up food, unwilling to stop.
The rest of us used homemade bamboo chopsticks to eat, but Peggy was using her hands. She wasn't very skilled with the chopsticks, even though her Chinese was excellent, she wasn't Chinese after all.
"Take it slow. Use this knife; don't use your hands; it's not hygienic." She looked funny and cute, so I handed her the small knife used for cutting meat.
Xu Xiaorong, who was caught off guard by my actions, surprisingly had no reaction and enjoyed her meal happily. It seemed like she had experienced too much to feel embarrassed about anything.