[Me: They're all for recovery. Since you're an old man left frail after your injuries, eat these first. You'll have to wait a little for the rest. I've been out with them all day, and we haven't eaten either.]
Half an hour later, Ye Fei assigned several portions of freshly made crab roe buns to Long Heng.
The crab roe came in five-pound portions. There was no telling how many crabs Long Heng had killed this time, but the roe alone amounted to over a hundred portions.
There were also crab legs and claws, all in huge portions of ingredients...
Fish, shrimp, turtles, clams...
They were all from the sea, anyway. Ye Fei planned to experiment with a few kinds when he had time. When he didn't, he would simply make dishes already recorded in his recipes.
[Deserted Island/1186-6868-9908 (Long Heng): You poor, weak young man. Hurry up and have your meal. I'm going to sleep once I finish eating.]
Long Heng collected the food and ate without even getting out of bed, then lay straight down to rest.
In his current condition, eating alone would not restore him. Repairing his soul could not be rushed.
He would take it slowly. He had already completed the most troublesome first step. There was no way he would give up.
That bastard Feng An!
That fellow was indeed very strong, but not every snake could cultivate to that level. As he was now, he simply did not have hundreds of thousands of years to grow...
Besides, he had been lucky, even if he owed a potentially fatal debt...
As long as his creditor was safe, though, it was as good as owing nothing.
For now, he would sleep. Perhaps tomorrow he could catch some more seafood, process it, and send that weak