The parachute had collected so much water that its center was sagging completely to the ground, like a small bathtub.
Lin Chen first placed the other ingredients next to the parachute. Then, he boiled a pot of water inside the shelter and submerged the entire grouse in it.
The foul smell of feathers scalded by the high temperature made him wrinkle his nose.
"When I was a kid visiting the countryside, it smelled just like this when my grandpa slaughtered chickens. In the blink of an eye, more than a decade has passed."
He sighed, muttering to the camera.
He didn't stay idle while waiting for it to soak. He ladled some clean water from the parachute and washed the blueberries, wild garlic leaves, wild mushrooms, and Jerusalem artichokes one by one.
The feathers on the scalded grouse came off with a gentle tug. He then gutted the bird, tossing the inedible organs and glands into the fire.
