As soon as they arrived at the usual cooking area, the women were already busy washing vegetables in the stream that flowed near the edge of the farm. They had quickly discovered that the water running through the irrigation system, circulating around the entire farm, the animal pens, and the rest of the territory, was not only clean but had a slightly sweet and refreshing taste.
By the second day of working within the territory, they had started using the water as their primary source for drinking and cooking. Its natural coolness made it especially satisfying, removing the need for ice to quench their thirst. And since the water flowed steadily like a river, they never had to worry about running out.
"Here, young Mike gave us a few big chickens, maybe we can stew them?" Hugo suggested, raising three chickens upside down in one hand. Behind him, another man carried more poultry, while Hugo's other hand held a basket filled with freshly collected eggs, several dozen in total.
