Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

Megumi Kato did not reply, but Michiru clearly saw that the tips of her ears seemed to turn even redder.

"Aaaaah! Megumi! You stop right there—Yoshi!"

Chapter 332: New Abilities: Water Attribute Manipulation and Bone Twisting!

The setting sun bathed Crescent Bay in a golden glow.

In front of the wooden house, a long wooden table was covered with bowls and basins of all sizes.

"They're here! They're here!"

Eriri rushed out of the kitchen carrying a large pot, her golden twin ponytails swinging high in the sea breeze.

The steaming eel in the pot was steaming hot, its fresh aroma mixed with the scent of ginger filling the entire camp.

"Make way! Make way!"

She slammed the pot on the table, put her hands on her hips, and raised her chin slightly.

"Hmph, try my cooking!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat at the table, holding a pair of chopsticks in her hand, her red eyes glancing sideways at the pot.

"It looks alright, at least it's not burnt."

"What do you mean?!"

"Literal meaning."

"How would you know if you haven't even eaten any!"

Eriri puffed up her cheeks in anger, snatched the chopsticks from Shiyu's hand, picked up a piece of eel, and shoved it into her mouth.

"Eat!"

Shi Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not refuse, and took a bite.

"Ah."

"Hmm, what does that mean?!" Eriri stared at her.

"It's edible."

"Damn it, I did it seriously!"

Ran Mouri peeked over from the side.

"I'll try it, I'll taste it."

She picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, her eyes immediately lighting up.

"Mmm~ It's really delicious!"

"Eri, this is cooked just right, the meat is tender and flavorful."

"Right, right?"

Eriri immediately changed to a smug expression and snorted at Shiho.

"See? Xiaolan said it's delicious."

Shiyu slowly swallowed the fish meat in her mouth.

"That's because she's a good person."

"you!"

Aoyama sat at the head of the long table, quietly watching the two bicker as usual.

The plate in front of him was piled with roasted purple thornfish meat, its surface golden and crispy, the oil still sizzling.

"Alright, alright, let's eat first."

He picked up his chopsticks.

"I'm starving."

"Aoyama-kun, please eat more."

Ran Mouri pushed a dish of dipping sauce toward him.

"I adjusted this."

"Thank you."

Qingshan picked up a piece of roasted purple thornfish meat and put it in his mouth.

"Ok?"

His eyes widened suddenly.

The flesh of the purple-spined mackerel is firm, and after grilling, the surface is charred and fragrant, while the inside still retains a tender and bouncy texture.

"This tastes so good!"

"Really?"

Ran Mouri also took a piece.

"Mmm...this fish is so bouncy!"

"And the taste is very unique."

Saeko Busujima sat opposite her, her long purple hair swaying gently in the evening breeze as she slowly savored her food.

"It has more layers than ordinary sea fish."

Aoyama picked up another piece and exclaimed, "This fish tastes even better than some level 7-8 mutant meat."

Kasumigaoka Utaha rested her chin on her hand, a hint of a smile in her red eyes.

"Aoyama-kun, eat more and replenish your strength."

Sagiri sat to Aoyama's right, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders, her large, light blue eyes blinking as she looked at the dishes on the table.

"Sagiri, what's wrong?" Aoyama turned his head to look at her.

"Is...is the Purple Thorn Demon Fish really that delicious?"

"Of course."

Qingshan picked up a piece and put it in her bowl.

"Try it."

"Ah."

Shawu nodded, lowered her head and took a small bite, her ear tips turning slightly red.

"Delicious!"

"Then eat more." Qingshan put two more pieces on her plate.

Sawu's ear tips turned even redder, but the corners of her mouth curved into a small smile.

Eriri watched this scene from across the table and pouted, "Aoyama-kun, you're so biased."

"Ok?"

"You gave her so much, but you didn't give me any."

Aoyama paused for a moment, then smiled and placed a piece of eel meat into her bowl.

"Come."

Eriri stared at the fish in the bowl and pursed her lips.

"I'm not asking you to squeeze me."

"Then you're coming back?"

"no need!"

Eriri quickly stuffed the fish into her mouth and mumbled, "Let's skip it this time."

Shi Yu clicked her tongue beside her.

"Saying one thing and meaning another."

"Shut up!"

A flurry of food was on the table.

Qingshan shook his head and continued eating.

Although the flesh of the purple spiny fish is firm, it has a high fat content. After being grilled, it is incredibly fragrant and irresistible.

He ate one piece after another, and soon his plate was piled high with fish bones.

"This stuff is really delicious."

"It's several levels better than those deep-sea fish we've had before."

Aoyama's appetite has increased along with his growing physical body, and now it far exceeds the range of ordinary people.

"Give me some more eel."

Aoyama picked up the pot of steamed eel that Eriri had made and poured half of it directly into his own bowl.

"Hey!"

Eriri stared wide-eyed.

"You bastard Qingshan, at least leave me some!"

"Didn't you say you were full?"

"When did I say that?!"

"When you put down your chopsticks just now, your face clearly said I was full."

Eriri exclaimed angrily, "What kind of eyes are those?!"

"All-seeing." Aoyama answered seriously...

"..."

Another burst of laughter erupted from the table, and even Shawu couldn't help but squint her eyes.

Qingshan put piece after piece of eel meat into his mouth, which transformed into strands of life force, strengthening his entire body.

The flesh of the giant eel is more tender than that of the purple spiny fish, almost melting in the mouth.

"This is absolutely amazing."

"Eri, you can cook more meals from now on."

Eriri paused for a moment, her golden twin tails swaying slightly.

Are you praising me?

"Yes."

"Humph."

She turned her face away, her ears burning slightly.

"Well... of course, I'm naturally a good cook."

Shi Yu said calmly, "Just don't scrape fish scales all over the place next time."

"That was an accident!"

Aoyama ignored their usual bickering.

His chopsticks danced across the table as he devoured chunks of grilled purple-spined mackerel, steamed giant eel meat, and crab roe and crab paste from a large crab.

By the end, three small mountains had piled up in front of him.

Fishbone Mountain, Crab Shell Mountain, and Eel Fishbone Mountain.

"call--!"

He put down his chopsticks, let out a long breath, and leaned back in his chair.

"I'm full."

"Finally full?"