When they returned, the rest of the people were basically up.

They looked at the contents of the little treasure bucket and fell into deep thought.

Is this really something that can be produced in this sea?

Could it be that they didn't just go to the sea, but went to the yacht to rob?

Several people looked at them with suspicion.

Ji Yucheng spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me, I don't know."

"You picked them up at the beach?"

Sang Wanzhou's expression was very complicated.

It's not a good relationship anymore, is it?

It's just against the sky.

Xiao Fubao nodded very obediently: "Yes, Fubao picked it up on that reef beach."

Several people looked at each other, but they still didn't seem to believe it.

[Hahahaha! They were all stupid, and to be honest, I was stupid when I saw it. 】

[I've only seen these things in the video, although I'm also watching the live broadcast now, but this is the little baby's own hand! 】

【Where is this island!】 I'm going to pick it up too! Follow the little baby to find a way to make a fortune! 】

"Hey, anyway, we have something to eat today, so let's start preparing?"

Song Nanchen lifted the two buckets, took out the barbecue grill, and was about to make a fire when he realized that there was no firewood.

And it rained heavily last night, and there will be no dry firewood in the woods for them to burn.

"What if there is no coal and firewood?" Song Nanchen turned his head to look at them and asked.

It stumped them.

Just as the adults were wondering how to make a fire.

Xiao Fubao got into the tent and didn't know where to take out a bunch of small roots of wood and held it in his arms.

"Uncle, can you see this?"

Song Nanchen heard the voice, looked down, and found that what she was holding in her arms was a pile of dried small wood.

A little surprised, he said, "Little Fubao, where did you get these woods?"

Xiao Fubao tilted his head, looking innocent and innocent: "Yesterday, Aunt Shen set up a tent, Fubao saw that she seemed to fix something in the sand, Fubao wanted to make the tent stronger, so he picked up some small wood over there and came back to the sand."

"Then when he was done, he threw the wood into the tent and forgot about it."

After listening to her words, several people looked at the tent they had set up, and there was indeed a small wooden stick stuck in several fixed corners.

Although these little sticks did not serve the purpose of the key fixed tent, thanks to what she thought so much, they now had firewood to burn.

"Little Fubao is really an unpredictable prophet, and he can always help us at the most critical moment."

Several people were helpless and smiled at each other.

Sang Wanzhou raised his chin with great pride.

It's his sister!

Of course, you can predict the prophet.

With the firewood provided by Xiao Fubao, several people quickly lit the fire.

Because all the seasonings were taken away, several people could only eat the original grilled seafood.

Xiao Fubao took the peeled shrimp from Sang Wanzhou's hand, and he caught the pipi shrimp with the length of his arm.

In one bite, the shrimp meat is sweet, firm and chewy, with a salty taste of seawater.

Because the director said that the water can only be used for them to bathe and wash, and the rest of the time the water is cut off and cannot be used, so these seafood have not been washed, but they are all shelled, and they don't need to be washed.

"This thing is delicious!"

Xiao Fubao's eyes lit up, and he directly ripped off a whole piece of shrimp meat with his hands, and then held it in his hand and ate it in a big gulp.

It looks like it's delicious.