It might be a bit late.
Try to get it done before one o’clock.
The cicada pupae in the bamboo basket were still squirming, dense and nurous, enough to drive soone with a fear of insects insane.
All of these were caught by Bi Fang to prepare for lunch.
These guys are a solid source of high protein.
"Cicadas are rich in nutrients, with a dry protein content of over 70%, about 7% fat, vitamins, and various beneficial trace elents that are higher than those found in general at products, hence they can be dubbed the protein kings of today’s food."
"You guys don’t need to be scared. Has anyone ever eaten this? It’s quite delicious."
[I’ve eaten it!]
[Get it away, get it away now, I’m going crazy!]
[If I see it again, I’m unfollowing, you see what you’re doing!]
[Crunchy and oh so delicious!]
"Hahaha." Bi Fang laughed heartily, "The fear of insects in humans, much like with snakes, is sothing etched into our genes; aside from insects and snakes, lions and tigers are the sa."
"Only now lions and tigers are rare, and our instincts have almost forgotten them, even finding their cubs cute. But if we were face to face without protection, many people would probably pee their pants from fear."
"Perhaps a few thousand years from now, when insects are rarely seen, we’ll forget our fear of them and might even find them cute."
[Don’t just etch any bizarre thing into our genes!]
[Let take a look at what’s in your genes. Oh, God, it’s so weird, let take another look.]
Digging a pit, Bi Fang sat on a rock, skewering the cicada pupae on a small stick and sticking it into the mud beside the fire, clearly seeing the pupae slowly change color under the high temperature, turning from light brown to an ancient bronze with a tallic sheen.
Many people might not be able to stomach the idea of eating bugs, but there are those who relish the thought.
From the appetizing aroma wafting through the air at this mont, it was clear that Bi Fang was among the latter.
"These juvenile cicadas are also known as ’nymphs.’ The male cicada makes a sound to attract the female to mate with it, using its sharp ovipositor to penetrate the tree and lay eggs until the nymphs hatch the following year and live underground for several or even more than ten years before erging.
Throughout their long life, they must undergo many molts, with the final molt marking their transformation into adults."
"When they beco adults, they make sounds, and the male cicada’s is a high-frequency noise at hundreds of tis per second, which helps the female locates a suitable mate. It’s like now, anywhere we go we can hear cicadas. Sotis I find it annoying, not able to hear anything but their calls, wishing I could catch them all in one fell swoop."
[Catch them all in one fell swoop: refers to eating everything you see.]
[I respectfully decline (it’s tiring) a lifeti of insects.]
[Ah, how delicious cicada pupae are! Surely, no one hasn’t tried them?]
"However, so silkworms inherently carry amoebas spread through eggs and feces, which can cause toxic reactions after eating these inherently deficient pupae.
Moreover, molds, bacteria, and parasites in so silkworm pupae have flourished after processing and ’surviving the great difficulties,’ these toxins cause the pupae’s proteins to denature and decompose, producing toxins. If so people are sensitive to toxins, consuming silkworm pupae on an empty stomach before a al increases toxin absorption, causing poisoning.
Eating silkworm pupae while drinking alcohol can worsen the poisoning. So, when you eat them, you need to be cautious, look carefully; avoid the weirdly shaped ones and those grown with hair."
Grilling insects is much simpler than cooking at; it doesn’t take long for them to be thoroughly cooked.
Bi Fang picked up a skewer and, like nibbling on kebabs, bit into it, the crunch resonating in his mouth.
Indeed, it was good.
"I think it tastes much better than wild animal at," Bi Fang said, chewing and nodding.
Most wild animal ats were gay and tough; even the pre-tooth change Bi Fang would find it easy to get food stuck in his teeth.
Many people love to eat the legs of animals, chicken legs, lamb legs, pork legs, they’re all delicious, but in the wild, animal legs are hard to eat, too tough and pitifully low in fat.
Thus, belly at becos the choice in the wild; though still gay, at least it isn’t tough.
"But in wilderness survival, food is always a problem. When you have sothing to eat, anything tastes good. Don’t be too picky."
[By the way, why does it seem like we didn’t see Bosen today?]
[Bosen? Who is Bosen?]
[No way, dude, you didn’t just watch Old Fang’s livestream, did you?]
[Yes, I cough when I watch other people’s livestreams] Continue your adventure with .Côm
[Now that you ntion it, it really seems like it. The Japan official livestream room, after showing Sato, jumped directly to Boss Fang here.]
Once soone ntioned it in the barrage of comnts, it quickly resonated with others.
Every day, the Japan livestream room starts from the last place and plays until the first place, going through the rankings in reverse order.
But today, it seems that they jumped from the third-placed Sato, skipping Bosen, and went directly to the first-placed Bi Fang.
[Hahaha, could it be that Boss Fang has dropped in rankings again, overtaken by Bosen?]
[Boss Fang has gotten lazy again; he’s made his fortune and doesn’t care about this small change anymore. I’m so jealous.]
[Boss Fang, take with you to make money. If you bring in your livestream, it’s like having an extra leg!]
[A hind leg?]
Not only other Hunters, but Bosen himself also noticed that sothing was off.
Although he didn’t enjoy the huge privilege of having his own livestream room like other Hunters, there should still be viewers mocking and comnting in barrages from ti to ti.
Today wasn’t any different in that respect, but they all seed to be the sa few people over and over again, with many aningless repetitive flatteries.
"What’s going on?"
Bosen was sowhat confused. Was this a bug?
A subtle atmosphere began to spread gradually.
Bosen was sowhat nervous, but his rich experience helped him quickly regain his composure as he carefully considered whether he had slipped up anywhere.
His decision to participate in the competition had been spontaneous, and he hadn’t told anyone.
Apart from that one ti with the crossbow trap, all his other moves had been very covert, even confident enough to deceive Bi Fang.
With that in mind, Bosen cald down, showing no sign of panic, everything as usual.
Then, in the afternoon.
Bi Fang and Mugalen suddenly received a ssage from the program organizers. At first glance, both of them were so shocked they almost jumped, thinking that everything they had done these days had been exposed. But on second thought, it shouldn’t be; if that were the case, they should be invited by the police for a conversation, not receiving a text notification from the program organizers.
After reading the whole ssage, they could only make out one sentence.
Bertrand Guy had an issue, and they needed to be cautious. If necessary, they should press the rescue button, and the security team was on standby, ready to provide all-angle protection.
???
Mujialun’s reaction to the ssage was sothing Bi Fang didn’t know, but he was puzzled.
He suspected that the program organizers might be setting a trap for him, trying to fish for sothing through an unknown thod on their end.
But after thinking it over for a while, he couldn’t make sense of it, because Bosen did indeed have an issue, and just looking at that point, it seed reasonable...
However, was the problem what he thought it was?
Bi Fang fell into deep thought.
Who was the undercover?
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