Chapter 352: Chapter 350: Gourt Food
“Have we, have we actually escaped?”
On the highway, Matthew still couldn’t believe his eyes, looking at everything around him, he felt a sense of vastness and that life was endlessly wonderful.
Bi Fang gave a nonchalant hum, focusing intently on driving.
The entire city had no power, there were no streetlamps on the road, and the road itself was littered with garbage and scrapped vehicles, requiring heightened alertness to avoid dozing off.
The whole escape process took only about half an hour, but the ntal exhaustion was far more than that of a normal half-hour. By eight in the evening, Bi Fang was already nodding off.
The industrial district didn’t have many tall buildings; perhaps the original Yen had a flow of people, but the current one was desolate, with large buildings standing like dark boulders against the night sky.
Half an hour later, Bi Fang parked the car in a deserted parking lot, turned off the headlights, and everything around them plunged into complete darkness.
Having previously been attacked, Matthew now felt an unlimited sense of security in the dark.
In the darkness, looking out at the light from the windows, it was not easy to be discovered, yet it was easy to spot others.
Of course, the main reason was the presence of a big shot beside him, who could break out of an encirclent of a dozen people, more of a protagonist than movie protagonists.
Bi Fang glanced sideways at Matthew, who was sprawled on the seat with a silly smile, but paid him no mind, and started fiddling with the drone he’d summoned.
Many people feel secure in darkness because when the light dims, people’s visual sensitivity drops low, and many subtle expressions and behaviors can’t be seen by each other, so there is no need to be too concerned about the details of one’s own behavior, which is more conducive to relaxation.
Especially at the mont, having just escaped capture, the tense mood was suddenly relieved, laughing just by sitting.
Gurgle gurgle~~
Matthew’s smile stiffened, and he sat up awkwardly.
He wasn’t Bi Fang, who could easily find food amidst ruins. Having lost their supplies, it had already been a whole day without food, and his stomach gurgled with hunger.
“There are biscuits in the backpack on the back seat, go look for so to fill your stomach for now, and I’ll cook the remaining half of the fox thoroughly in a bit,”
“Uh-huh.”
Matthew had wanted to be polite, but felt that politeness was out of place under the circumstances. After thanking him, he pulled the backpack from the back seat, opened the zipper, and rummaged through.
Indeed, there was everything inside: newspapers, sea rations, alcohol, dicines, tal sheets, daggers, half a fox wrapped in a plastic bag, fox fur, and several small bottles that looked like spices.
Matthew unscrewed one and sniffed, then dipped his little finger in it to taste.
Hmm, it’s sugar.
If he rembered correctly, it had only been two days, right? To have found so much supply? Spices, biscuits, fox, and even pigeon eggs, all enough for two days’ supply, was just too exaggerated.
Matthew wondered if given enough ti, Bi Fang could achieve even more exaggerated feats.
At last, Matthew found a bunch of biscuits at the bottom and couldn’t wait to tear open a package and start eating. While eating, he looked towards Bi Fang, who was holding the drone, doing sothing. After a series of operations, he set the drone flying again.
Was he sending a ssage?
“What were you just doing?”
“Sending a ssage.”
“Not rescuing people? Weren’t you the one who found before?”
Bi Fang looked at Matthew with a smile. Rescuing people is sothing the local governnt should be doing, not him, a foreigner. Acting without authority could easily lead to unnecessary disputes.
It was one thing to break out of an encirclent since it was self-defense, but to actually go rescuing others would definitely require asking for permission first.
The drone now carried many more plugins compared to when it started, and contacting the platform and contacts directly was no longer an issue. It was precisely to prevent this kind of problem from arising today.
Matthew was overjoyed when he heard this!
In his view, as long as Bi Fang agreed, this matter was as good as sorted!
Waiting for a ssage was a long process, Bi Fang pulled over the backpack, took out the half fox, opened the car door, and prepared to start a fire for roasting the at.
When they ate the fox, due to hunger, Bi Fang didn’t roast the whole one but cut it into small pieces. Then the rain started, and in his haste to return, he didn’t fully cook the remaining half, which still showed traces of blood beneath the torn skin and flesh when pulled apart.
With his mouth stuffed full of biscuits, Matthew swallowed and, slling the fragrance of the at, his mouth watered.
Fox at, oh, he’d never eaten it before.
Bi Fang picked up so easily ignitable rubbish and dead branches, took out a newspaper, tore off a piece, and poured a small spoon of potassium permanganate onto it, added a few drops of car antifreeze, then crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it onto the flammable materials.
Matthew watched this process dumbfounded, as he hadn’t seen Bi Fang’s previous broadcasts and was naturally unaware of this thod of starting a fire.
“Is that it?”
Bi Fang didn’t answer, but the efficiency of this thod was proven as within a few seconds, wisps of smoke rose, followed by the ignition of the newspaper and flas spreading to other flammable materials. A blazing bonfire appeared before everyone’s eyes in less than two minutes.
The online friends watched Matthew’s antics and burst out laughing, as if they had traveled through ti and were looking at their forr selves from a third-person perspective.
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[So this is what I used to be like]
[The spitting image!]
[Absolutely brilliant, way too cool, just take sothing, wrap it with newspaper, give it a toss, and fire appears, super suave]
[I’m going camping the day after tomorrow, I’m going to be cool too!]
Bi Fang skewered the remaining half of the fox on a stick. As the flas licked the fox at, after a long while, fat dripped down. Bi Fang didn’t waste it, catching it in a small cup, then he took his dagger to cut the at, sprinkled so salt grains on it, and added crumbled biscuits for seasoning before handing half to Matthew.
Matthew took out another knife to skewer the fox at, watching as the salt slowly lted in the heat and seeped into the flesh. His index finger twitched with anticipation, and he couldn’t wait for it to cool before he began tearing and biting into it.
“Huff huff huff, this wood is so good, but wow, it slls amazing!”
Having not eaten fresh vegetables or at for a long ti, even if the fox at wasn’t as delicious as he had imagined, Matthew thoroughly enjoyed it, feeling like he had reached a pinnacle in life.
“Eat slowly, no one’s fighting you for it, there are also pigeon eggs,”
“Hm, huh?”
Caught in the delicious mont, Matthew paused—fox at and pigeon eggs? Weren’t they practically eating through most of their supplies?
He hurriedly swallowed the fox at he was eating and asked, “Aren’t we saving any? Today’s just the second day, right? Don’t we still have several days ahead of us?”
“We need to build up our energy and strength,”
Bi Fang said indifferently. If nothing unexpected happened, the two of them would start their rescue mission tomorrow, so of course they had to get in the best shape possible. There was no need to ration anything. If they could eat well, they should eat well.
After today’s al, Bi Fang’s status would essentially return to normal, not affecting anything.
“I see!”
Matthew had an epiphany, no longer fussing over the supply conservation plan. Chomping down on the at, he didn’t even let the bone scraps go to waste. He put them in the fire to roast until crispy, and then ate them like biscuits.
anwhile, Bi Fang found a flat, elongated stone. He wiped it clean, poured water over it to rinse twice, and after cleaning, placed it on the fire.
When the water on the stone’s surface had evaporated, Bi Fang waited a mont longer, then tested the heat with his hand. Feeling the rolling heat waves, he poured the collected fox fat onto the stone and spread it out, releasing a burst of smoky fragrance.
“Although eating raw is the most nutritious intake thod, one ought to have so pursuits in life. If you can make sothing delicious, don’t miss out—the opportunities aren’t many. After all, good food is also one way of finding joy amidst the hardships on the road to survival, which helps maintain a cheerful mood and aids in our upcoming actions as well.”
Seeing Bi Fang justifying eating with such righteousness, Matthew secretly gave him a thumbs-up.
The pigeon eggs were poured out of the bottle, lightly cracked, and their clear whites and golden yolks flowed out of the shell’s cracks onto the sizzling fat.
“Sizzle sizzle sizzle～”
The egg whites bubbled and coagulated rapidly under high heat, the clear whites starting to turn white.
Soon, the perfectly fried eggs were ford, emanating a unique fragrance distinct to eggs.
Matthew was completely captivated, and the viewers were outrightly stunned.
Is this still a wilderness survival show? Are you sure it’s not so outdoor food festival?
Your hidden profession is a five-star hotel chef, right?
With just a few simple ingredients, to create such appetizing food, it’s truly unbelievable!
[Damn, stone-grilled eggs! Fox fat fried eggs are really incredible, I want to try them.]
[It’s over for , I’m so hungry, I want fried eggs, I’m not getting up until I get so, ti to feast, I want to feast, wuwuwu.]
[What the hell, late-night food show? You’re making hungry, this isn’t humane!]
[Didn’t see that coming, Old Fang with the bushy brows, you’ve also betrayed the revolution, are you using this to test the cadres?]
[I want to challenge my weakness.]
[Haha, everyone’s so lively, huh? I just fainted from working 17 hours straight under capitalist exploitation, and just woke up. Wanted to relax by watching Master Fang’s livestream, but now I’m starving.]
The fried egg was quickly done, and Bi Fang used his dagger like a spatula to serve it up to Matthew.
With no bowls or utensils, Matthew carefully received it with his fruit knife, gazing at the fried egg that looked like a little sun, almost feeling reluctant to eat it.
He took a bite of the fried egg, and tears silently stread down his face.
It was just the right doneness, with a faint scent of at fat. It wasn’t that it was so delicious it brought tears to his eyes, but after escaping death, in a city that resembled ruins, to be able to enjoy a hot steaming fried egg.
That was enough to make anyone cry.
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