She needed something salty. Anything.
But where was she supposed to find salt in the middle of the wilderness?
She paced around the fire pit, thinking. She had read somewhere—probably in some random survival video she barely paid attention to—that ashes from certain plants contained natural salts.
Could she use that?
She had no idea. But she was desperate.
She picked up a small rock and crushed the onions and peppers into a messy pulp. The smell was strong—too strong. It stung her nose, making her eyes water.
"Ugh! This better work."
She took a deep breath and rubbed the onion-pepper paste all over the fish.
It looked disgusting.
It smelled even worse.
And she was about to put it over the fire.
She felt like crying. How did people in the past survive like this?!
She carefully placed the fish on a flat stone near the fire, hoping the heat would cook it without turning it into charcoal.
The fire crackled. The fish sizzled.
So far, so good.
