After wandering around for quite a while, just as Little Bear was starting to get impatient, picky Annie finally found a good place to camp and have a meal in this stretch of wetlands.
It was a small hill several meters above the marshy lake. It looked relatively dry, and there was even a ready-made "island" with a large stone house on it.
Most importantly, from a distance Annie had spotted what looked like smoke rising from the place, along with the delicious smell of food. Since she knew someone was probably up there, she naturally made her way over.
After sneaking around and watching for a while, she slipped past the wall of the house and discovered a strange uncle wearing an iron mask that hid his expression. He was sitting cross-legged beside a large pot, feeding firewood into the stove. The iron pot was full of enormous lobsters.
Of course, although there were a lot of lobsters, that was all there was to it: a lot of them. Compared to the "giant lobster" she had caught earlier, these lobsters were in a completely different league in terms of size, weight, and even intimidation.
"Uncle?"
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"What are you doing?"
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After watching from the sidelines for a while, Annie walked over as if asking a question she already knew the answer to. She blinked her big green eyes and gazed expectantly at the man's pot, where the lobsters had turned bright red and smelled delicious, as if they were thoroughly cooked.
Annie had seen it clearly: the lobsters he was cooking looked a little small, but they smelled delicious too. They seemed like they'd taste good?
"!!"
"Who's there?!"
At the sudden sound of a voice, the man in the iron mask jumped in fright. He instinctively reached