Chapter 251: Chapter 248: The Taste of Mom’s Cooking
Evening.
Bi Fang opened his eyes to the reflection of the gilded sun in his pupils, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and felt slightly dazed as he sat up. It took him a mont to realize that he had slept through the entire afternoon.
Upon noticing Bi Fang’s awakening, the production team turned the live broadcast back on, and in an instant, over eight hundred thousand viewers flooded in. The numbers continued to skyrocket, almost crashing the platform’s network.
A few minutes passed, and the viewership count broke through one million, with signs that it might even reach two million. At present, aside from so global sporting events, no other broadcaster had reached such an astonishing number of viewers.
Perhaps it was the relief of having survived a calamity, and having incidentally completed his task, that Bi Fang felt refreshed after sleeping. He finally had the ti to deal with his greatest accomplishnt of this trip.
A White-fin Shark two ters long!
Would there be a hunting reward?
Bi Fang secretly hoped, as the previous tis he had caught large creatures, the System had given him very good rewards. The Wolves King’s Sense of Sll allowed him to easily distinguish scents, making catching prey much more effortless, while the digestion and absorption abilities afforded by the King Fish’s Stomach drastically reduced his chances of contracting parasites and infections.
He had nearly killed the shark with his own hands, running it through the gills with a spear, killing it on the spot.
If it was a shark, what kind of reward would there be? Would it be another sense of sll?
Scent-wise, sharks were even more adept than wolves.
However, receiving another scent ability would be too boring, and so Bi Fang shook his head.
It would be nice to get a reward, a pleasant surprise that would make all he went through worthwhile—not getting one would not be a regret, as he was after an exciting life anyway.
Bi Fang put on his already dry clothes, went up to the raft, and gripped the obsidian dagger in his hand, ready to harvest his trophy.
[Hey, didn’t Old Fang say that sharks have a strong sense of sll? There’s still blood on the shark’s body. Why didn’t it attract others?]
[Why would they co if they’re already full? Have nothing better to do?]
[Ah, that makes sense!]
[Listening to your words is better than listening to a book.]
[I heard they could sll from tens of kiloters away?]
Bi Fang, cutting the shark steak on the raft, shook his head upon hearing this: “Sharks do have a very sensitive sense of sll, even outrageously so. But in reality, it does not reach the few kiloters, or even tens of kiloters, spoken of in rumors. The actual distance is usually less than one kiloter.”
Bi Fang’s remarks greatly surprised the audience—was it really only that far? How did sharks track their prey then? Was it luck?
“This is actually a matter of the dium. A 100-kilogram mammal has about 7 to 8 liters of blood in its body. Even if this blood was diluted to one in ten billion in seawater, its diffusion range would be just over three hundred ters. Being able to sll from several kiloters away is basically impossible.”
“As for why sharks can track from so far away, it’s not due to their sense of sll, but rather an organ called the Lorenzini Ampullae. Look, these are the pits.”
Though much of this White-fin Shark’s surface had been damaged, there were still so intact parts.
Bi Fang flipped the shark over, pointing to one area of intact skin—mainly black in color with many pits, located on both sides of the shark’s face,
“These pits contain electroreceptive crystals that are extrely sensitive to electrical fields, capable of detecting voltages as minute as a few billionths of a volt per square centiter. It’s precisely because of this organ that sharks can sense their prey from several kiloters away.
Anyone who has watched wildlife docuntaries should know that sharks like to swing constantly from left to right as they move forward, because they need to continuously scan in different positions, like a radar.”
“In order to make better use of this organ, many sharks have evolved to have broader ampullae. For example, the Hamrhead Shark’s body shape helps maximize these advantages—the larger their size, the more pronounced the benefits from the ampullae.”
[Whoa, is that really how it works?]
[Old Fang knows so much? A biologist online!]
Bi Fang did not visibly agree: “Well, it’s not that impressive, I mostly have a lot of knowledge about large carnivores.”
As a wilderness expert, besides knowing a fair bit about rare poisons, he definitely needed to be well-versed in large animals that could pose a threat to his life.
Sharks in the sea, lions on the grasslands, tigers in the forest, and wolf packs in the wasteland—these were all concerns he had to pay special attention to.
If you don’t know this, you might as well not mix in.
After dissecting the shark at, Bi Fang did not throw away the skeleton.
“We can hardly find any shark fossils, just so sharp teeth, because, apart from their teeth, sharks are made of cartilage, which easily decomposes, so don’t throw it away, this stuff is edible too.”
Bi Fang held a piece of shark cartilage and gave it a slight twist, it was very elastic, obviously different from normal bones.
[Damn, that’s also edible?]
[Speaking of which, the shark fins of the White-fin Sharks didn’t fall off! Is Old Fang in for a treat?]
[Cool, eating shark fin in Wilderness Survival? Damn, I’m envious.]
As he lit the charcoal and saw the comntary, Bi Fang smiled, the shark fin might taste good, but the flavor of it untreated would certainly not be great, it could even be worse than most ats.
“Sharks don’t have a urinary system. Their waste is completely transferred out of the body through muscles and skin, so their at is full of urea. The at of so species is even toxic, like the Arctic Sleeper Shark.
In addition to this, sharks easily accumulate rcury in their bodies, the shark fins contain a certain amount of neurotoxins, which are potentially harmful to humans, so you should eat less shark fin, it’s not at all beneficial and yet so people treat it as a delicacy, leading to sharks becoming endangered.”
[???]
[Weird knowledge increased]
[What the heck, skin urination? I’ve learned sothing new.]
[No wonder the last ti I ate shark at, it felt like there was a faint sll of urine.]
[No killing, no trading]
Bi Fang picked up a piece of shark at he had cut and rinsed it in the sea, but even without bringing it close to his nose, he could still sll a strong urine odor.
He gave up worrying about it, eat what you have, after scraping off a layer of shark skin, he put the at in a shell.
“If you were to eat shark at in normal life, that would definitely be unhealthy, but out at sea, shark at is good stuff, high in calories and high in sodium, the perfect choice for replenishing energy.”
Taking advantage of the ti while the at was roasting, Bi Fang wrapped the newly scraped shark skin around his palm and took his obsidian dagger, removed the fabric at the handle, and rewrapped it with the thick shark skin.
Shark skin is not as smooth as it looks, it has scales, a very dense layer of dermal denticles, which if not handled properly can affect the at’s quality. However, Bi Fang didn’t care about that, he scraped it off casually and now the touch felt good, the texture deep.
Just let it dry and it can be used.
Bi Fang took down the shark skin and hung it on a rod nearby, then took a piece of shark at that was almost done roasting and tasted it.
“Hmm…”
The audience waited for Bi Fang to comnt.
Chewing the shark at, Bi Fang felt it was actually not bad. He was soone who had eaten earthworms, so his tolerance for shark at was high, and after discerning the flavor…
“The taste is strong but the texture is okay, chewy!”
[Ah, it’s the taste of mother!]
[Damn, now that you ntion it, I can picture it!]
[A frown and the flavor hits hard]
[I can’t even look at the word ‘chewy’ anymore.]
[Nothing tastes bad in Master Fang’s mouth!]
Twelfth day of survival on sea, caught a shark.
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