At night, on the pristine, snow-white beach of Star Sea Island, Chen Yu had Mackie bring over some firewood, lighting up a bonfire and hosting a bonfire dinner.
Mackie, having long been instructed to fully accommodate Chen Yu's requests, naturally spared no effort in meeting his needs. Besides, it wasn't anything laborious.
Of course, the firewood Mackie brought was transported from outside the island, not cut from the vegetation on the island itself.
You have to know, Star Sea Island is just a tiny patch of land no bigger than a handprint, and the number of trees on the island can be counted on one hand. If the island's vegetation were cut down, the place would quickly turn desolate.
As for how the firewood was transported from outside, or how much the transportation cost, that wasn't something Chen Yu or Mackie worried about. After all, someone else was footing the bill.
