When the massive caravan, laden with mountains of spoils and a newly tamed herd of blue horses, slowly appeared on the horizon, the entire sanctuary erupted in cheers.

However, for Pang Dahai, the fat guy in the team, the real shock was just beginning.

He rode a docile blue horse, his body swaying precariously from the long journey and the immense mental strain.

When the magnificent fortress, constructed of steel and giant timber, which he had only dared to imagine in his dreams, was actually presented before him, his mind completely went blank.

"Oh my god..." He opened his mouth wide, drooling without even realizing it.

What comes into view is a huge steel wall, several meters high, gleaming with a cold metallic light. The wall is covered with menacing spikes and defensive fortifications, giving people a sense of indestructible oppression.

On the towering watchtower, there were women on guard, and he could even see some giant weapons that resembled ballistae, which he had never seen before.

The massive steel gate slowly rose with the heavy creaking of the winch, revealing the interior.

It wasn't the dirty, chaotic camp he had imagined, but a well-planned, vibrant small town.

The smooth stone pavement is clean and tidy, and on both sides are rows of sturdy and beautiful wooden houses, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys on the roofs.

In the distance, the cheerful laughter of women echoed like silver bells from the square.

Some of them were processing fresh meat strips under huge drying racks, while others were skillfully operating simple looms in the textile workshop. Each of them had a safe and satisfied smile on their face.

Several large, imposing horned wolves strolled leisurely around the camp. Instead of attacking humans, they responded affectionately to the women's touches, like loyal guardians.

All of this was a stark contrast to the hellish life he had been living these past few days—struggling to survive in the freezing cold, fighting wild beasts for carrion, and sleeping in icy caves.

He thought he was lucky enough to have encountered a powerful hunting party with extraordinary mounts and pets.

But he never expected that behind this team was such an incredible, miraculous sanctuary!

"This...this is really something that humans could build in this godforsaken place?" Pang Dahai muttered to himself, feeling his worldview being completely overturned, crushed, and then reshaped.

Lin Feng glanced at him, quite pleased with the look of utter astonishment on his face, as if he'd never seen anything like it before. This was exactly the kind of unwavering, profound awe he wanted.

"Dismount, Chef Pang," Lin Feng's voice rang out calmly. "From today onwards, this is your home, and also your workplace."

Pang Dahai jumped in surprise and tumbled off the horse in a fluster. He followed behind Lin Feng like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden for the first time, looking around with endless curiosity and awe in his eyes.

He was soon led to a huge, specially constructed stone building.

The place was divided into two areas: a storage room and a kitchen. When the door to the storage room was opened, Pang Dahai's breath caught in his throat.

Smoked, neatly arranged strips of giant black mutton hung all over the roof.

Inside a huge earthenware jar, large chunks of tender, rosy-red crystalline yak meat were kept chilled with ice.

There were also mountains of various kinds of Golden Fox rice and sweet potatoes.

In the corner were piles of various plant roots and mushrooms that he had never seen before, emitting strange aromas.

And on the very center shelf, there was a huge, dreamlike piece of "divine salt," as pink as crystal.

"These...these are all...ingredients?"

Pang Dahai's voice trembled, and the light that shone from his eyes was brighter than the stars in the sky.

For a chef, what could be more exciting than discovering entirely new, top-quality, and inexhaustible ingredients?

He rushed over and gently stroked a piece of snow yak tenderloin as if caressing a lover. He then carefully picked up a "fiery pepper" and held it to his nose to sniff, a look of infatuation and ecstasy on his face.

The cowardly and pathetic air about him vanished, replaced by a powerful confidence and focus befitting a king of his field.

“I…I, Pang Dahai, have lived a worthwhile life!” he shouted excitedly.

Lin Feng didn't disturb him. He knew that the fat man had completely submitted.

He dislikes violence; he only loves cooking. And here, Lin Feng can provide him with the perfect stage.

"From now on, you will be in charge of the food at the shelter." Lin Feng gave the order: "I only have one request: use all your skills to ensure that everyone can eat the best food. If you need anything, just tell Qin Lan, and she will be responsible for allocating resources."

"Yes, boss! I guarantee the mission will be completed!" Pang Dahai turned around abruptly, bowed deeply to Lin Feng, and said in a loud and powerful voice.

And so, this five-star chef from Earth quickly integrated into the shelter and threw himself into his new role with amazing enthusiasm.

As night fell, the bonfire in the central square was lit again.

But tonight's dinner is unlike any other.

The food on the long table was no longer just simple roasted meat and broth.

A dish called "Stir-fried Yak Tenderloin with Fiery Red Chili Peppers" features bright red chilies paired with tender tenderloin meat, and the color alone is enough to make your mouth water.

That spicy and domineering aroma forcefully penetrated everyone's nostrils, stimulating the most primal appetite.

A pot of "Stewed Lamb Ribs with Mushrooms" perfectly blends the rich flavor of mushrooms with the savory taste of lamb. The soup is milky white and fragrant, making you want to drink a big bowl right away.

There's also "salt-roasted wolf leg," which is simply marinated in "divine salt" and then roasted. The skin is golden and crispy, while the meat inside is tender and juicy. The simplest cooking method brings out the ultimate freshness of the ingredients to the greatest extent.

There were even a few cold dishes made with unknown wild vegetables, which were sour, spicy, refreshing, and delicious, greatly enriching the variety of dishes on the table.

Everyone was stunned by the sumptuous and exquisite dinner before them.

They never imagined that ingredients they took for granted could be cooked into such incredibly delicious dishes.

Lin Feng sat in the main seat, slowly savoring each dish. He picked up a slice of beef tenderloin and put it in his mouth. The tenderness of the meat, the spiciness of the chili peppers, and the saltiness of the sauce exploded on his taste buds, bringing an unparalleled and ultimate enjoyment.

"Hmm..." he let out a satisfied nasal sound.

Pang Dahai stood nervously to the side, his forehead covered in sweat, just like a royal chef awaiting the emperor's judgment.

When he saw the look of enjoyment on Lin Feng's face, he finally felt half relieved.

"You did a good job." Lin Feng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Pang Dahai, and said with undisguised praise, "What do you think I should reward you with?"

Upon hearing this, Pang Dahai was overjoyed.

He rubbed his hands together, his face showing a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.

"Boss... this..." He hesitated for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to say, "I... I am an orphan, all alone. Coming to this godforsaken place, my desire to carry on the family line has become even stronger... so... so I want... a wife."

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

The women who were enjoying their meal all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng chuckled. He leaned back in the huge animal-skin chair and looked at the fat man with great interest: "It's just a wife, no problem."

Having received the king's promise, Pang Dahai's courage surged. Overjoyed, he subconsciously swept his gaze across Qin Lan, Su Wanqing, and the other women across the long table, his eyes filled with anticipation.

These women are not only outstanding in appearance, but also hold high positions in the shelter and possess extraordinary demeanor.

However, his gaze was like a powder keg that had been ignited.

"You fatso! What are you looking at?" Qian Xiaoxiao, who had the most fiery temper, slammed the knife in her hand on the table with a "bang" and glared angrily.

"Exactly! I'll dig your eyes out if you keep looking at them!" Shen Jiaqi said coldly, her eyes looking at him like he was looking at a piece of trash.

Although Qin Lan didn't speak, her cold, warning gaze was more lethal than any words.

Su Wanqing frowned and said with disgust, "Mr. Lin promised to find you a wife, but that doesn't mean it's any of us. You should take a look in the mirror and see what kind of person you are."

Do you want to die?

Although Xiaomei has a gentle personality, she is now fiercely protective of her food and is full of hostility towards the fat man who dares to covet "Mr. Lin's woman".

The seven women are no longer the frail survivors they once were.

They followed Lin Feng, saw blood, and killed, each of them carrying a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

Seven cold, angry, and disdainful gazes focused on him simultaneously, and Pang Dahai instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his courage vanishing without a trace.

He swallowed hard, standing there awkwardly, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

Lin Feng watched this dramatic scene, his smile widening.

He waved his hand, signaling the women to quiet down.

“Pang Dahai’s contributions deserve a reward,” he said slowly, his gaze sweeping across the room. “But as for finding you a wife, I will definitely help you. However, there is an ironclad rule in my sanctuary: I will never force any woman.”

His voice turned serious: "Because coercion and exploitation will only bring resentment and resistance, which is not conducive to the stability of the shelter. What I need is a harmonious, united, and continuously developing home, not a powder keg full of conflicts. I will find a way to find you a wife."

Pang Dahai was disappointed but also relieved, at least Lin Feng hadn't gone back on his promise.

Just then, Xiaomei, who had been quiet all along, suddenly spoke up in a low voice: "Sir...actually, I know a place where...there might still be women."

Lin Feng immediately became interested and looked at her: "Oh?"

All eyes were on Xiaomei.

Xiaomei was a little nervous, but she still mustered up her courage and said, "It's...it's the shelter we used to be in. When we escaped, things were very chaotic, and many people got separated. It's a very secluded place, so maybe...maybe there are still survivors hiding inside."

Lin Feng nodded, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his deep eyes. He not only needed more manpower, but also needed to resolve the personal problems of his "meritorious" subordinates in order to consolidate morale.

He said with a smile, "In that case, I'm determined to go and see it."