[A/N: If you're not interested in cooking/culinary stuff, feel free to skip this chapter.]
The next day, Keith joined the others on the beach. This time too, he set up a stall, but it was pretty small compared to the first time. Just one box filled with ice, salt and fish. Though, on the side, there was a large clay pot that he had managed to get on his first day of trading.
He also brought a fourth fish with him and used it to trade for various ingredients that he wanted so he could create the perfect dish. There were two wide wooden logs placed side by side, one of which Keith used as a stool and he placed a medium sized copper pot on the other.
'This is going to be physically straining.' he thought as he tossed in some Yakka flour that he and his team made before adding some water into it. He then mixed it into a thick slurry, using his hands to break up the clumps of yakka flour that was floating on the top.
