Chapter 633 Fragile Trust

• It was a massive project, so Nadia took it upon herself to provide food. Roasted potatoes and crocodile meat—traded earlier with Ivan—filled the air with their hearty aroma. They roasted everything inside the igloo, gathered around the fire pit, some grilling potatoes, others searing meat, and a bold swig of vodka made the chilly atmosphere feel downright festive.
• Nadia cracked a few crocodile eggs into the boiling pot and tossed in a handful of vegetables. The moment the soup came to a boil, it was snatched up in seconds—some of the men were so eager they almost dipped their hands straight into the pot.
• Ivan ate faster than anyone else, his words carrying a note of insincere politeness. "Jean, Youngblood, why aren't you eating?"