A single potato, with no oil or seasoning. He couldn't even stir-fry it.
Besides, he didn't think plain stir-fried potatoes would bring him much joy anyway. It would have to be something on the level of french fries, potato chips, or mashed potatoes with meat sauce to do that.
If cooking it directly was out of the question, his only other option was to extract the starch to make something like pancakes. It would have to do, but the texture would be a bit strange.
After racking his brain for a while without any good ideas, he decided to head out and gather the dandelions he had seen yesterday.
The thought of dandelions inevitably brought to mind the disdainful gaze of that brown bear.
His fingers clenched into a fist as a defiant flame suddenly ignited in his heart.
'So what if it's a brown bear? Damn it, one day I'll be the one to pierce your throat with my own hands!'
After calming down, he immediately began setting his goals.
