"Hot, hot, hot!" In order to secure more sponsorship, Honason Hadley eagerly reached into the iron pot over the campfire and fished out a bag of instant food, only to yelp from the heat.
"Please be careful, Professor Hadley." Tierra took the bag of instant food from Honason Hadley, got himself a bowl, tore open the packaging, placed the whole bag inside the bowl, accepted a disposable spoon, and sat down nearby to eat.
"Ah! Mr. Lockhart, be careful. It's hot." Though Honason Hadley had made a fool of himself, he still gave the reminder eagerly. But the moment he spoke, he saw Tierra eating the scalding hot instant curry.
"It is a little hot," Tierra said blandly.
Normally, out in the wilderness, especially in a desert like this, an expedition team's food would mostly consist of energy bars, canned meat, or canned fish. There would never be instant curry that required so much water to boil.
But then again—
Tierra was paying a lot.
Of the more than thirty jeeps, six were used solely to transport water, while another eight carried supplies and scientific equipment.
Moreover, most of the professors and scholars participating in this expedition treated it as a publicly funded vacation, so when purchasing food, they naturally leaned toward more palatable packaged instant curry.
Tierra did not care. He had plenty of money, and they could skim as much as they liked.
As the old saying went, every gift bestowed by fate had already been secretly marked with a price.
They thought they had merely pocketed a little money, but in truth, they had been drawn into a massive vortex of conspiracy.
The campfire burned brightly, illuminating everyone's faces. After Tierra started on his curry, the others gradually fished their own portions from the boiling pot and