Wyatt Yardley listened, his lips curling into a slight smile as he lowered his head and continued washing the fruit in his hands.
Soon, he returned with a cluster of fruit he had just rinsed with fresh water.
"Want some juice?"
Seraphina Caldwell's eyes instantly brightened.
"You know how to make juice? I thought you needed a mortar or a pestle to squeeze it out."
"I do."
"If you want to drink it, I'll press it. It's simple."
After saying that, he turned around and found two rocks near the campsite.
He washed the rocks clean with fresh water.
Then he carefully placed a few Honey Fruit between the stones, arranging a clean clay pot below to catch the juice.
With a slight crack, the juice slowly seeped out from between the rocks.
"Wyatt, you're amazing!"
Seraphina couldn't help but blurt out.
She stared straight at the clay pot as the juice continued to drip.
Seeing her so happy, Wyatt felt a warmth in his heart.
