Many people thought sailing was an exciting and novel experience.
That was indeed the case during the first few days aboard a ship. Whether it was the churning waves, the azure sky, or the seagulls soaring alongside the ship's rail, everything gave one the vast sensation of all creation competing beneath a frosty sky for freedom.
But once the voyage was halfway over, faced with a world where sea and sky merged into one and endless waves stretched in every direction, even the most curious person would grow bored.
Not to mention that the ship's food supplies were limited. To extend their resources as much as possible, the sailors mostly caught fish for dinner.
Eating one or two meals of freshly caught sea fish was a pleasure, but after eating it for a while, paired with Harmony Island's meager seasonings, it became nothing short of torture.
Lu Ban had even brewed soy sauce himself and developed a way to eat the fish raw. It was still better than ruining the flesh with all sorts of spices.
Only then did Lu Ban realize that some places ate raw food not because their people were savage, but perhaps simply because they had no outstanding chefs. Through survival of the fittest and everyone making their own choices, the tradition of eating raw food had ultimately formed.
In any case, his stomach wasn't afraid of parasites, so even when small, dark-yellow worms were still writhing on the fish, he could eat it without changing expression.
Compared with wheat and bread, rice had the advantage of being easy to store. When it was time to eat, all one had to do was add water, heat it, and cook it.
It was even convenient when he was feeling lazy—he could toss it into fish soup and