Quinn, although somewhat reluctant, nodded.


    She watched as Alexander left until his figure disappeared into the woods.


    Following his instructions, Quinn guarded the two piles of firewood, asionally adding more wood inside. In this nearly primitive ce, Quinn had almost no survival experience. Without Alexander, she would probably die within two days. Compared to her, Alexander''s experience was much richer. He could make use of almost everything avable.


    Alexander returned quickly after setting up traps.


    The water in the pot was still boiling; but when he approached, he saw that the water not only hadn''t decreased but had increased.


    Furrowing his brow, Alexander asked, "Did you add water in there?"


    Quinn nodded as if boasting, gesturing to indicate. "I thought the water was going to boil dry, so I poured more in."


    Alexander''s mouth twitched slightly. He took several deep breaths to calm himself down.


    He raised his hand, ruffled Quinn''s head, and said softly, "Don''t add more water there."


    Quinn blinked, puzzled.


    He exined, "The water needs to boil dry. If it doesn''t, how can we extract salt?"


    Quinn understood this time and apologized with guilt.


    Alexander said, "It''s okay, just remember for next time."


    Quinn nodded.


    Alexander went back to the yacht to collect the empty water bottles from before, stored them in a box, and brought back a basket of water from the woods.


    He boiled a basket of water and ced it on the yacht as drinking water.


    He went out several times and always returned with a full load. He even dragged back a banana tree.


    The leaves were piled together and fixed with vines to make a door for the cabin.


    He peeled open the trunk of the banana tree, removed the core inside, and gave it to Quinn to eat. He also stored a basket of bananas.


    Seeing him so busy, Quinn felt guilty and wanted to help, but she couldn''t do anything right and often ended up causing trouble.


    After he stopped her several times, she behaved and did nothing, at most picking up some firewood around the jungle, starting fires, and so on. The rest of the time was spent idly waiting for death.


    Alexander''s traps weren''t very effective; he hadn''t caught any rabbits in two days.


    However, he didn''t rely solely on traps for hunting. In his spare time, he made a bow.


    On the fifth day, when he went out, he brought back a gray squirrel.


    At the seaside, he ruthlessly gutted the gray squirrel, cleaned it, chopped it into pieces, and cooked a pot of meat.


    Quinn looked at the meat in the pot and swallowed her saliva, feeling sorry for the gray squirrel but also very hungry.


    After all, she and Alexander had been living here for over ten days without any fatty food; and every day, she was so hungry that her stomach was growling.


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    Alexander, using a fork made from a tree branch, picked up a piece of meat and handed it to her. "Try it."


    Quinn blew on the steaming meat before taking a bite.


    The taste was a bit gamey, but it was still edible, certainly better than being hungry.


    Alexander''s cooking skills were just average, and there weren''t many seasonings. Being able to extract some salt was already good.


    He was very experienced in survival. But when it came to cooking, he wascking.


    Quinn wasn''t picky either. She would eat whatever he gave her.


    After finishing the stewed meat, it was already approaching dusk. The sea shimmered with golden light as the sunset painted the water. Alexander and Quinn were on the rocky shore. He was shaving by the water; and Quinn was ying nearby.


    After a few uses, the disposable razor on the yacht had dulled, so he couldn''t shave properly. He had to sharpen it on the rocks.


    Quinn flicked water from her fingers onto his face.


    Without lifting his head, Alexander said, "Stop messing around."</p<>