There were no seasonings, only salt, and then boiled in plain water, it was extremely unpalatable, terribly so.
That night, many people had nightmares.
They dreamt they fell into a pile of bugs, surrounded by writhing, crawling, even entwined disgusting insects, then they woke from the nightmares, frantically slapping their bodies.
The next day at noon.
Around twelve o'clock, having not eaten for a long time and constantly on the move, many of the camp members couldn't hold on any longer.
Having no choice, Shan Yao had to stop the team and again divide them into groups to try and hunt, to see if they could find some normal food.
An hour later, all the hunting squads returned disappointed.
What they brought back was bugs, and more bugs.
Some people started trying to skewer some of the meaty bugs on sticks and roast them over the fire.
Indeed, the taste was somewhat better than the boiled bugs.
But not everyone could accept it.