When Peter Andrews returned, he had a wild chicken in one hand and a snake wrapped around his other arm.
He deftly dealt with both the chicken and the snake. He started a fire, roasted the chicken on a spit, then used a pot he found somewhere to boil water and tossed the snake meat inside.
Soon, the tantalizing aroma of snake soup began to waft through the air.
Seeing that Liz was sleeping soundly and hadn't exhibited any adverse reactions from the injection, Forsythia Brown sat down beside Peter.
"Is Liz asleep?"
"Yeah."
"Phoenix. I used to think you were incredible, but now I see that Liz is also quite amazing." She knows how to drive, parachute, and even how to rescue herself from a tree.
A smug smile curved Forsythia's lips as she said, "Of course, Liz is my idol."
"Idol?"
"Just like I'm your idol, she's my idol."
It was then that Peter understood and said, "The idol of an idol, undoubtedly formidable."
