Pang Dahai's "happy life" is proceeding in an orderly manner.

He was juggling four women who would fight over a single piece of cream cake. Although he often felt physically drained, he experienced unprecedented spiritual satisfaction.

His status in the kitchen became increasingly sacred and unshakeable with each new delicacy that tantalized the taste buds.

On this day, after inspecting the shelter's fortifications, Lin Feng strolled into the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, Pang Dahai was directing his wives, who were helping out with cooking, as they processed the newly delivered ingredients.

He was so engrossed in the artistic creation that he didn't even notice Lin Feng's arrival immediately.

"The sea," Lin Feng said, his voice not loud, but it instantly silenced the entire kitchen.

Pang Dahai jumped in surprise and quickly turned around. Seeing that it was Lin Feng, he immediately greeted him with a big smile: "Boss! You're here! What would you like for lunch today? Braised snow yak tail? Or steamed ice river fish? I just figured out a new sauce, made with ice berries and a kind of sour grass root. It's absolutely delicious with fish!"

Lin Feng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous.

Looking at the dazzling array of ingredients before him, and the kitchen utensils that Pang Dahai had meticulously arranged and crafted by his own hands, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

He also possessed comprehensive knowledge of wilderness survival, which naturally included cooking.

He can make any ingredient delicious using the simplest methods.

But this "deliciousness" is as different from Pang Dahai's culinary skills as fireflies compared to the bright moon.

Pang Dahai can accurately grasp the most subtle characteristics of each ingredient and knows how to use one ingredient to stimulate the potential of another.

What he possesses in his mind is a dazzling and vast culinary universe composed of countless combinations of flavors. This is something that mere skill cannot match.

"You did a great job with the dishes, I'm very satisfied." Lin Feng first gave his approval, then changed the subject: "However, I called you here today to give you a new and more important task."

"Boss, just give the orders! I, Pang Dahai, won't even flinch from a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire!" Pang Dahai patted his chest and made a solemn promise. Of course, he only dared to say this in the safety of the kitchen.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "You don't need to go through fire and water. As you know, Xiang Bin and I often need to go out hunting and exploring, which can take a whole day or even longer. The dry rations we carry now are nothing more than some smoked jerky and flatbread. Although they can fill our stomachs, they don't taste good and aren't very efficient at replenishing energy."

He looked at Pang Dahai, his expression turning serious: "I need a completely new type of field ration. Its requirements are: first, small size for easy carrying; second, high energy, a small piece can sustain you for a long period of strenuous activity; third, long shelf life, not easily spoiled; and finally, if possible, the taste should also be acceptable."

Pang Dahai was stunned.

A word flashed through his mind instantly—compressed biscuits.

"Boss, I understand!" His eyes gleamed with excitement: "What you want is a top-of-the-line individual ration that combines nutrition, food engineering, and culinary aesthetics!"

"I need to perfectly blend high-energy fats, explosive sugars, endurance proteins, and trace minerals together, and then compress them into shape using a special process!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see the finished product: "I can use ground nuts, dried meat floss, snow lard egg yolk powder, plus melted snow yak fat and ice crystal honey, and use golden fox rice flour as a base binder..."

He paced back and forth, muttering to himself, completely immersed in his own world, the proportions and processing techniques of various ingredients rapidly colliding and combining in his mind.

Lin Feng smiled with satisfaction as he looked at his infatuated expression.

That's the kind of professionalism he's looking for.

For the next few days, Pang Dahai practically lived in the kitchen.

He conducted countless experiments, burning countless pancakes and wasting a great deal of ingredients. But he didn't care at all, and Lin Feng never questioned it. The entire shelter gave him their unreserved trust and support.

Finally, on the evening of the third day, Pang Dahai, looking tired but proud, presented his final product to Lin Feng.

It was a small, palm-sized, dark brown, and extremely densely packed square.

It looks unremarkable, even somewhat ugly.

"Boss, it's a success!" Pang Dahai's voice was hoarse but full of accomplishment: "These are compressed biscuits. Each one contains the energy of a whole roasted lamb leg and a big bowl of Golden Fox Rice. I sealed them with yak fat and honey. As long as they don't get soaked in water, they won't spoil for a month!"

Lin Feng picked up a piece; it was extremely heavy and hard.

He forcefully broke off a small piece and put it in his mouth. An extremely complex and rich aroma instantly exploded in his mouth. The crispness of nuts, the saltiness of pork floss, the richness of egg yolk, and the sweetness of honey were perfectly blended together. Although the texture was hard, it became more and more fragrant the more he chewed, and it slowly melted under the moisture of saliva, bringing a strong feeling of fullness.

Even from just that small piece, Lin Feng felt a surge of heat rise from his stomach and quickly spread throughout his body.

"Great! Excellent!" Lin Feng couldn't help but exclaim. "Da Hai, you've done another great service!"

With these biscuits, his expeditionary force will have a stronger ability to sustain combat, and the radius of their exploration will be greatly increased.

With the food problem solved, the quality of life in the shelter has reached a new level.

Every day, the dining table is filled with various dishes carefully prepared by Pang Dahai, and the women also receive some cookies and pastries that he made in his experiments, which taste just as good, as snacks.

But Lin Feng's pursuit is endless.

One morning, as he watched the women holding small bowls and drinking warm, slightly goaty-smelling goat milk, a new idea sprouted in his mind.

Although goat milk is good and nutritious, it still falls short compared to the rich, smooth, and fragrant cow milk he remembered.

Moreover, the black giant sheep's milk production is limited and cannot meet the growing needs of the entire sanctuary.

He wants to raise cattle. Real, professional dairy cattle.

He immediately summoned Su Wanqing and unfurled the enormous animal hide map that she had drawn, marked with information about the surrounding area.

This map is one of the most valuable strategic assets in the entire shelter, recording the terrain, minerals, plants, and animal communities discovered during each exploration.

"Wanqing, help me find out if there are any exotic beasts around here that are suitable for domestication as dairy cows." Lin Feng's finger slowly swept across the map.

Su Wanqing immediately got to work, pointing to an area in the southwest corner of the map and saying, "Sir, based on multiple aerial reconnaissances by Zhui Feng and Zhui Yue, a large population of relatively docile herbivorous beasts lives in this hilly basin with relatively abundant water and grass. We have named them 'Azure Cloud Oxen'."

"Azure Cloud Cow?" Lin Feng became interested.

“Yes,” Su Wanqing explained, “Their fur is a pure azure blue, like the sky, dotted with large patches of white like clouds, which is very beautiful. More importantly, they are slightly smaller than the Crystal Horned Snow Yak, but their abdomens are unusually large, especially the females. Based on my speculation, their milk production capacity is likely to be astonishing.”

Lin Feng's eyes lit up instantly. Wasn't this the perfect breed of dairy cow he had always dreamed of?

"That's it!" He slammed his hand on the table and made his decision.

"Xiang Bin!" he turned and shouted.

"Hey! Big brother, I'm here!" Li Xiangbin's burly figure immediately appeared at the door.

"Take the best lassos and tranquilizer arrows, prepare compressed biscuits and water, we're ready to go." The fire of the hunt burned in Lin Feng's eyes. "Also, have Wangcai gather its most elite ten-horned wolves. This time, our goal isn't killing, it's capturing!"

"Okay!" Li Xiangbin replied excitedly and turned to prepare.

Soon, a highly capable team embarked on their journey once again.

Lin Feng and Li Xiangbin, one on horseback and one on foot, galloped across the vast snowfield like two white lightning bolts.

Behind them, twenty agile horned wolves followed silently, forming a disciplined ground force.

Higher in the sky, the enormous figures of Chasing the Wind and Chasing the Moon, obscuring the sky, resembled two moving clouds, their sharp gazes locked onto the basin in the southwest, providing the most accurate navigation for the troops on the ground.