"Arthur, wait for me, I want to go as well."
Ella Lacey didn't want to rest anymore, it was quite boring to stay alone in the cave. She quickly got dressed, jogged out, and caught up to Arthur Lindsey's pace.
Outside, the sea was calm and the sky was vast.
Arthur, with one hand holding Ella's and the other holding the pheasant, found a sea stone and threw the bird on it. He said to Ella, "I'm going to find some firewood and start a fire."
"Okay, Arthur."
Ella watched Arthur walk away, hurriedly took out kitchen tools from her ring space, first scooping a bucket of sea water, put it into the space to let Davies help heat it with energy, then took out the pot of hot water, poured it over the pheasant, softening all its feathers.
She brought out a pair of tweezers and started plucking.
It went very smoothly, in less than three minutes, there was not a single feather left on the entire pheasant. The white meat looked delightfully plump.
She rinsed it in the cool sea water again.
