The Female Lead Has No Cheats-Chapter 212: I Don’t Have the Golden Finger (3)

The men who had just set up the tent looked up as they wiped away their sweat, the strong aroma from the food attacking their senses. This scent was a hundred times stronger than Lin Yueqi’s spicy strips, which tingled everyone’s senses.

Leita immediately dropped the unfinished work in his hand, ran over, rubbed his hands in front of the fire, and breathed in the fragrance with a look of intoxication: “God, what kind of food is this? Why does it smell so good?”

Li Murou chopped up the wild fruits she had picked on the way and added them into the pot. She didn’t expect this wild fruit to have any flavor-enhancing effect, but only to brighten the color of the dish. In this way, she could explain the optimized color effect the system would have in place.

After all, if no color was added, and the color of the food felt like some special effect, some people would inevitably ask questions. If she added a hint of red, the audience will take it as the results from the wild fruit.

She used the “poison identification” function in the system to inspect the wild fruit and only threw it in the chicken soup after confirming that it wasn’t poisonous.

Lin Yueqi couldn’t be like Luting, and was totally immune to the God of Cooking system.

So in order to avoid the addicting smell, she hid aside to sharpen some branches. She brought the strings for bows and arrows, as well as a few arrowheads, and was planning to make a bow and arrow for hunting.

Although their team had guns, the bullets were still limited. A small animal like a wild chicken could easily be dealt with bows and arrows, so there was no need to waste bullets.

If they unfortunately meet with the poachers, they would be in a very dangerous situation in areas like these in Africa, regardless of who they were. Therefore, sufficient ammunition is the guarantee for their survival, and she didn’t want to waste them away.

When Zhouqing and Luting saw her sharpening some branches, they came to help her.

Luting didn’t ask much, and helped her assemble the arrow. The size of the wood and the arrowhead might not be of the same size. If it was too large, they still had to sharpen it even more to assemble it with the arrowhead.

Zhouqing asked, “Sister Qi, are you making bows and arrows? We don’t need that, right? We have guns. Isn’t that more convenient?”

Lin Yueqi answered as she sharpened: “Before I came here, Lu and I came up with a plan. There are many anti-government militants in this country, just like those profit-seeking poachers. They lack humanity. Although the chances of bumping into them is very low, it doesn’t mean that there isn’t a chance. For safety reasons, Lu and I agreed to bring these items. Lu and I are pretty good at archery. Have you watched our variety show? We once successfully shot a wild hare in the countryside.”

Zhouqing recalled that part of their reality show, nodded and said: “I do recall, you missed the arrow and it was shot by Brother Ting. Also, the female guest who participated in the show with you said, “Why are you eating rabbits, rabbits are so cute”, but Brother Ting and you were already discussing how to cook it deliciously. What an evil married couple.”

“Ermmm……” Lin Yueqi reminded him: “We are not married.”

“Couples.” Zhouqing immediately rephrased.

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Lin Yueqi and Luting’s relationship as they had said to the public was also a “couple”, and she continued on with her work without defending much.

The soup was done boiling, and Leita came over with a bowl of soup. On the surface, it looks like she came over to ask Zhouqing to come eat, but in fact she came to show off. The men deliberately drank the soup loudly, took a sip, and smacked with emotion: “It’s really flavourful. Miss Lin, Mr. Lu, are you sure you don’t want to try some? We are a team, and I’m not as petty, unlike some people. Regardless, I came here specially to invite you to have some of Miss Li’s delicious soup.”

The chicken soup that was optimized by the system was indeed very fragrant, although it was only a small bowl, the aroma was so captivating. Lin Yueqi gulped down her saliva, as her stomach growled.

From Lin Yueqi’s expression, Luting noticed her desire for the bowl of soup. He glanced into Leita’s bowl again, and it didn’t look appetizing at all.