As night gradually fell, those assigned to guard duty remained sitting by the fire, while the others returned to the communal tent to rest.
Ryder clung to Kaelen, speaking affectionately, "Papa, let me plant the chili peppers, I can do it~"
He had already been conquered by the enticing spicy and numbing flavor of the chili. Kaelen, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, rubbed Ryder's head. "The seeds aren't dry yet, touching them will burn your skin."
Ryder asked doubtfully, "But I use my mental body to plant them, right? Can a mental body get burned too?"
Kaelen blanked out for a moment, slapping his own forehead. "Oh my, look at me, how could I forget about that?!" He smiled helplessly, taking out the bag of chili seeds and handing it to Ryder. "Just plant them in your space, there's no need to rush the harvest. Fresh chili is hard to preserve, and drying it takes a bit of time. The dried chili and chili oil I have are still enough for about half a month."
