Capítulo 2086: Chapter 973: Hunting Marsupial Mice
Boss Yan has a unique trait — he never pushes anyone to drink, but if you really want to drink, the good stuff is absolutely unlimited.
ng Si’an was well aware of this. First, he couldn’t drink that much; second, he ca here to relax, and if he drank until he was muddled, it wouldn’t be enjoyable.
The most important part was that Yan Fei ntioned he would take him hunting tonight.
Since he was regarded as one of ‘our own,’ Yan Fei’s hospitality was quite hearty.
On the table, so ingredients were prepared, with the main at dishes being several kinds of roasted at.
Roasted kangaroo at and roasted lamb — beef isn’t too popular on the ranch mainly because Yan Fei is so generous that everyone eats their fill. Over ti, people started using beef less.
Of course, there’s still so beef available, just not as the main dish anymore.
A kangaroo leg on the grill was nearly done. It had been scored with countless cuts, now marinated in seasoning, turning the leg red and making it look very appetizing.
Once it was done, Old Chen and Heizi helped to bring the leg over, preparing the knife for Yan Fei to work his magic.
Knife skills aren’t sothing you can master overnight, especially the kind Yan Fei used. Many on the ranch had aspired to learn it, but after practicing, they realized it wasn’t sothing ordinary people could easily acquire.
The entire leg was in Yan Fei’s hand, and the knife in his hand turned into a blur of light under the glow of the lamps and the flas.
Below, on the plate, were slices of at that, though calling them “cicada wings” was an exaggeration, were certainly too thin to be “bat wings,” rapidly falling into place.
Anyone who saw this knife skill had to praise it. ng Si’an was no exception; munching away, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Brother Fei, with skills like that, you could make a na for yourself as the Shadowless Blade in a swordsman novel. Right?”
“Calling it Shadowless Blade underestimates this skill. I think it should be sothing like Blade King,” Old Chen had learned to flatter since it didn’t cost anything, and who knows, there might be benefits to good flattery.
Besides, sitting and doing nothing while others work, you ought to throw in so complints even if they’re not doing well, right?
“If this knife skill were used for killing, it’d be just like in the movies — a flash of the blade, and then the head still stays on the neck for a mont before dropping…” ng Si’an continued.
“Not to brag, but it does have that effect,” Yan Fei reminisced fondly.
“No way, Brother Fei, have you really done that?” Xiao ng was intrigued, watching Yan Fei set down the knife and signal them to serve the at, staring at the enticing-looking plate of kangaroo at, hesitant to stand up.
“Hehe, just kidding, no one’s ever let try!” Yan Fei laughed as he bit into a piece of at.
Only then did Xiao ng stand and shout, “Don’t finish it all, save so for !”
After bringing the at back, having eaten a few bites, Xiao ng glanced over at Yan Fei again and again, “I still feel like your first comnt was true… but never mind, this at tastes great!”
Living in a peaceful country, the younger generation, having never experienced war firsthand, often felt indifferent watching beheadings on TV, knowing they were fake — but when you think of it being real, it sends chills down the spine.
And if you consider that the sa knife skill used on these slices of at could have that effect, it might make the al taste less appealing. So, chef’s knife skills are best; killer knife skills have no market in this era.
After the al and a rest, everyone began to bust busy.
Heading to the weapons room at the back, ng Si’an imdiately picked the hefty piece Yan Fei used before, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
ng Si’an was puzzled, “What’s so funny? Isn’t it okay to have sothing big? I’ve never used it and always hoped for the chance.”
Heizi explained, “If you’re hunting with that thing, it works for big ga like kangaroos, but if it’s a rabbit, once you shoot, it’s likely you’ll only find half a pound edible from a three to five catty rabbit.”
“Too powerful, huh!” ng Si’an understood and remarked. “Alright, I’ll co grab it tomorrow during the day to try. What weapons do you all use? Brother Fei, what about you?”
Old Chen chuckled, “Don’t compare yourself to Brother Fei, he’s sure to stick with a handgun. None of us can match up; even the pros like Xiaojiang find it tough — it’s better to choose sothing a bit longer.”
“Longer is better than shorter? I suppose it is.” ng Si’an mumbled, a bit confused after pondering for a while. He’s experienced firearms, both long and short, but mostly through special connections and minimal guidance; often, what lingered in mory was how to play, and most other details didn’t stick.
Old Chen enjoyed showing off, “Of course, think about it, a short one is just palm-sized, aiming’s not easy, only with sothing longer can you aim more accurately. It’s more fitting for amateurs like you who aren’t even hobbyists….”
“You’ve only trained for a few days!” ng Si’an was impressed with Yan Fei and could chat with guys like Heizi who had been following Yan Fei for so ti, but he had a bit of contempt for Old Chen, who’d been in the gray areas before. “I used to play at ho…”
“Let’s have a match,” Old Chen wasn’t afraid at all. Since he planned on selling his restaurant soon and wasn’t going back, even if soone else had a better background, he needn’t be scared. “Loser does a hundred push-ups… tomorrow at noon, in front of the canteen, on that open field right there. Are you up for it?”
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