Like a busy worker bee, Feng Shiyan kept shuttling back and forth between the shelter and the bamboo forest.

For him, who has gradually gotten to the top, collecting is no longer a difficult job, to put it bluntly, it is a process that takes time to keep searching.

Therefore, after a few trips, the harvest is certainly a lot, but with this busyness, time is also constantly passing. In the blink of an eye, the second night of wilderness survival has arrived.

When Feng Shiyan returned to the cave again, it was already dark outside, which officially announced the official end of his day's food collection work......

At the mouth of the cave, the light of the fire made him feel home in a trance—warm, comfortable, and reassuring.

After a long period of scorching, the stone slab placed on the fire was already boiling hot, but if you got closer, you could feel an incomparable heat rushing towards your face.

Miao Miao's steaming heat distorted the picture, making everything around her seem so dreamlike.

Feng Shiyan knew it was time to deal with the captured bamboo insects......

First took a bag of bamboo worms and put it aside for preparation, which is also based on a chef's good professional habits - the preparation before cooking has always been the most important thing for Feng Shiyan.

All this has long been deeply rooted in his soul: if you switch to God's perspective, you can even find that there is a special area next to the firewood pile to store this bag of bamboo insects.

And on closer inspection, the size and shape of each package of bamboo insects placed there are almost identical, and this kind of precision can even be described as nitpicking.

But for Feng Shiyan, these are just routine operations.

The mastery of the amount of ingredients that he has cultivated over a long period of time as a chef is vividly reflected here, and as soon as he gets started, he can almost distinguish the weight of the ingredients with zero error.

And every pack of bamboo worms here is probably just enough food intake for him to eat for a meal.

Then Feng Shiyan went into the depths of the cave again, and when he came out again, what he was holding in his hand was a bamboo tube full of rainwater.

For ingredients such as white fungus, due to the baptism of rain and the lack of water sources around him, Feng Shiyan held the attitude of "no disease if you don't eat it cleanly", and did not deliberately clean them, but stewed them directly in a bamboo tube.

After the water is boiling, just pay attention to skimming off some unclean parts above: in terms of hygiene, there is a high probability that there is no problem.

But for this fresh bamboo insect, from beginning to end, Feng Shiyan still had certain obstacles in his heart.

Although he has been doing psychological construction for a long time before, not to mention, he doesn't seem to have any better choice now......

Compared to the two, he could only ruthlessly take one of the remaining bamboo tubes and carry out a rough cleaning of these bamboo insects. As for the rest, six cans of water should barely be enough for him for a few days!

Feng Shiyan felt that he was really a hard worker, and the problem of food had been solved, but he never thought about it, but he had to worry about the water problem......

But when it comes to cleaning, in fact, such a limited amount of water is only enough to pass these bamboo insects in the water for a while, washing away the stains and slime on their bodies, and there is nothing else to do.

But fortunately, it will be roasted at high temperature in the future, which can still make Feng Shiyan feel at ease.

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After passing through the water, the bamboo insects are quietly lying on the several huge leaf petals that Feng Shiyan collected in the wild, because they have left the native environment, their activity is generally not very high, and they are still twisting and wriggling occasionally.

Looking at the impactful picture presented by the interweaving of large white and vivid green in front of him, Feng Shiyan couldn't help but be a little shaken.

The main thing is that this "painting" will still move! He could only shake his head helplessly, skimming away his messy thoughts, and at the same time constantly thinking in his mind of the burnt taste and touch of the bamboo insects after they were baked—thinking about it, the hunger pang rose again, and it was unbeatable.

Using two clean bamboo branches as chopsticks, Feng Shiyan picked up the first bamboo insect.

Perhaps due to the stimulation of the stress response, the bamboo insects coiled around the branches, as if they were making a final struggle.

Feng Shiyan carefully placed the bamboo insect on the scorching stone slab.

In an instant, the bamboo insect was like a punctured balloon, quickly dried up, and the heat of the slate was domineering in an instant, and all the water contained in its body was evaporated, and a faint burnt fragrance faintly appeared, escaping in this dark cave.

Feng Shiyan hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and wanted to turn it over, but the result seemed to be a naked ridicule of him.

The side of the bamboo insect that first touched the stone slab was already charred black, and when he came back to his senses and clamped the whole bamboo insect, he saw that the whole bamboo insect was completely like a piece of black charcoal, and with a little force, it broke crisply - this first bamboo insect had obviously failed......

Looking at the coke in front of him, Feng Shiyan was a little stunned: when was the last time he burned the vegetables when he was cooking, he couldn't remember.

Of course, he can also find all kinds of excuses for himself: the environment is not right, the equipment is wrong...... But the facts are in front of him, and there is no reason for him to refute them at all.

This can also be seen from the accuracy of some of the system's detailed evaluations of him at that time - some of his abilities may really not be as good as the uncle who set up a stall on the side of the road......

Fortunately, Feng Shiyan's mind has always been resolute, and he will not feel frustrated by this matter, but after all, there is something wrong in his heart, but the movements of his hands have not stopped.

Fortunately, there are more bamboo insects collected today, and with a lot of trial and error, you can always find the right time and method.

The second, one accidentally fried again......

The third one, turning over too early, one side is still sandwiched raw, and then turned over, and it is pasty again......

Fourth, fail again......

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Finally, after more than ten trial and error bamboo insects, a dry-fried bamboo insect that was browned on both sides and full of aroma finally appeared in front of Feng Shiyan's eyes.

Although the bamboo insect looked a little shriveled due to the lack of shine, it was undoubtedly more dazzling than anything in the light of the campfire.

Carefully put this hard-won food into his mouth, and in the collision with his teeth, he made a "rattling" sound.

The transpiration of the fire only escaped the water brought by the bamboo insects, but the oil contained in it was always retained in the body of the bamboo insects.

Close your eyes and savor the aftertaste, and after a long time, the aroma slowly escapes, leaving an endless aftertaste.

Next, the remaining bamboo insects are processed step by step.

After all, the talent is still there, from the frequent mistakes at the beginning, to the follow-up mastery, it only took a very short time for Feng Shiyan to adapt to the frying rhythm of bamboo insects.

In addition to the beginning, there are occasional failures due to unskill; After that, he was able to successfully deal with the bamboo insects at hand almost without any mistakes.

It even extends to the point of adjusting different cooking times according to the size of the individual bamboo insects, and operating in multiple lines at the same time, two so-called chopsticks fly up and down on the stone slab, like a pianist playing a gorgeous movement on the piano.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Shiyan finally finished disposing of all the bamboo insects at hand.

The burnt yellow bamboo insects covered several leaf bags, and the golden color of the past made him feel endless satisfaction for no reason.

Although these bamboo insects may not be delicious due to the lack of seasoning, the abundant protein supply is undoubtedly the most suitable food for him at the moment.

The bamboo insects that were occasionally thrown into his mouth during the first frying had successfully whetted his appetite.

Feng Shiyan picked up the "chopsticks" and hurriedly sent several large chopsticks to his mouth with steaming bamboo insects, which were full of bamboo insects that filled his mouth, and even his cheeks were bulging.

Mobilize the surrounding muscles with difficulty, and bite the bamboo insects inside one by one!

The golden bamboo insects feel more like finely chopped fries in the mouth, constantly colliding in the mouth, and the burnt aroma is enough to make any picky person crazy.

And the overflowing oil bursts out in the mouth with the fragmentation of the bamboo worm's body, blending with the mixed flavor of the burnt incense, which is enough to iron the hungry abdominal cavity for a long time......

Although overeating is not good, Feng Shiyan really has no way to restrain his appetite at this moment, and even directly kills the amount of food for about two meals under the feast, and then wraps the finished bamboo insects finely and stores them.

When everything was done, the night was late.

The tiredness accumulated after a day of rushing filled his body, Feng Shiyan threw some firewood into the bonfire, leaned against the rock wall, stroked his stomach, and gradually fell asleep......