"Squirtle, Squirtle! (What?! What?! I want to go back to sleep! I admit his food tastes good, but without those magical cooking utensils, his cooking is nothing special!
You lot have your fun. Stop interrupting an old turtle's self-reflection!)"
"Meow? (What are you reflecting on?)"
"Squirtle. (Why something so disgusting exists in this world.)"
Squirtle had plenty of excuses, but none of them worked on Meownei. No matter what Squirtle said, Meownei would only see it as him making excuses to slack off.
After all, once a stereotype took hold, it was hard to change.
Take teachers, for example. If a student who never did their homework claimed they had forgotten to bring it or that their schoolbag had burned up, all the teacher heard was another excuse for not doing it.
"Meow. (Stop reflecting and come help with dinner, unless you really don't want to eat anything.)"
Hearing this, Squirtle pondered for a moment, then changed his mind.
Without the Legendary Cooking Utensils, the food might not be as delicious, but it would definitely taste better than that fermented mung bean juice.
"Squirtle? (So what do you need me to do?)"
"Meow. (See that stream? Go catch whatever you want to eat. You're the best swimmer among us, so it's up to you.)"
As a campsite, this place also provided ingredients. Campers could either collect them or catch them themselves.
The stream had been dug artificially; calling it a large artificial waterway would not have been an exaggeration. The operators released fresh fish and shrimp into the water a short distance upstream for the campers to catch themselves.
There were also barrier nets downstream, so the setup was generally sound. As for whether anyone could actually catch a fish...
That depended entirely on individual skill. If neither the campers