Before Xia Lihua could answer, Quan Kunjie spoke up, "Xia Liyan slipped and hurt her ankle earlier. She's been taken back to the quarters to rest."
Tang Mingze's lips thinned, a flicker of irritation sparking in his eyes.
The group continued into the kitchen.
There were speakers fitted in the kitchen and from there Fu Xing's voice could be heard, "Please get going with the cooking! We've seen the teams do a lot of harvesting today, so there should be more than enough for a perfect feast. Hurry up! Don't keep the viewers waiting!"
"Umm..." Xia Lihua felt a bit awkward. "I can't really cook..."
Quan Kunjie, who was unpacking some fish by the sink, let out a soft chuckle. He glanced over his shoulder, his expression warm and teasing. "It's not a problem. I can handle the cooking."
His easy confidence seemed to lift the mood and Xia Lihua cracked a small smile, feeling a flicker of relief. "Ahh... then I guess we're saved."
