Starting from Robinson Crusoe

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At the entrance of the cave, dishes were placed in clay bowls and plates, carried by Sunday, and delivered to the long table in front of the wooden house.

Dishes that required a higher cooking temperature were arranged to be served last.

Cold appetizers, a fruit platter, chocolate at room temperature, cups of goat milk…

Along with preparations by Saturday for the entire afternoon, Chen Zhou exerted his best efforts to transform the island's rich resources into delicious food from all available ingredients.

Even though he wasn't sure about the best way to cook some materials.

But he was confident that he had devoted substantial effort, pulling out and applying all his cooking memories from his mind.

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Sunday, who had just herded the cows to a mountain stream, was always a bit uneasy, glancing into the distance as he carried the dishes, seemingly still concerned about his cows.

Chen Zhou keenly noticed the youngster's concern. When Sunday stood at the courtyard gate in a daze again, he reassured him with a relatively relaxed tone.

"Don't worry, on this island, no animals can harm them apart from humans with weapons."

As he said this, Chen Zhou couldn't help recalling a mysterious venomous snake that once bit a lamb, but he quickly dispelled this concern.

The lamb's cause of death was mostly due to wound infection, not snake venom.

The venom of such a snake couldn't kill a lamb in a short time, let alone an adult cow.

Bulls are much larger than lambs, requiring either potent poison or a massive amount of toxins to be fatal.

Clearly, the island's venomous snakes did not possess such capabilities.

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Hearing Chen Zhou's words, Sunday felt slightly more at ease and continued carrying the warm dishes towards the wooden house.

He placed two more dishes on the long table, and eventually, Saturday, who had gone to remind the indigenous people to bathe, returned and joined the assisting team.

Shortly after, the freshly bathed indigenous people began to appear from the direction of the gallows.

Seeing them, Sunday immediately jogged a few steps, casually placed the dishes on the table, and squeezed beside the leading zebra, asking about his cows.

Upon learning that the two were resting by the river and hadn't wandered off, Sunday finally felt completely relieved.

Though he might seem careless and somewhat sloppy at times.

In essence, Sunday is a very serious person.

This was evident when he first discovered the indigenous people landing, he didn't run off to report to Chen Zhou immediately, but first carefully counted their numbers and noted what kind of weapons they had before heading to the cave.

When it comes to matters he cares for, Sunday never spares his energy and patience, which is the fundamental reason why he's more suited than Saturday to be a manager.

Underneath the seriousness and harshness, sometimes even rashness, lies meticulous observation.

Every time Sunday reported the indigenous people's work performance to Chen Zhou, Chen could sketch out each indigenous person's character and living habits from his words.

Not many can achieve this, at least not as well as Sunday, despite Saturday being typically careful.

Being able to keenly capture others' psychology is a unique talent.

Precisely because of this, Chen Zhou gradually transferred the management of the indigenous people from himself to Sunday.

In his view, this young man, buried within the primitive tribe, is like an uncut gem; given smooth growth and sufficient trials, Sunday could fully become his right-hand man, taking on more responsibilities.

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Just after handling the "superior's" inquiries, the indigenous people hadn't had time to return to their gathering place to prepare dinner and saw the long line of aromatic dishes in front of the wooden house.

They gazed longingly at the almost filled long table.

The fire burning beside the table illuminated the dishes, the glistening oil reflecting the bright red flame, making it all the more tempting.

Though they didn't know for whom these many dishes were prepared, the indigenous people unconsciously paused their steps to the gathering place, standing idly looking at the long table.

It was only when the considerate Saturday announced that these were specially prepared for them for today's ceremony, that they realized this dreamy good news.

After a brief, incredulous silence, the indigenous people burst into joyful and happy cheers, obediently taking their seats one by one under Sunday's arrangement, waiting for the grand feast to officially begin.