All three were stunned by this amazing skill.

Horford could only nod blankly, not daring to offer the slightest resistance.

"Heh...very good."

Cairnster picked up a tuft of eyebrow hair and pretended to stick it back onto Horford's eyebrow.

The sound returned to its usual calm...

"Hurry up and chop some wood. The shelter must be built before dark."

The three nodded, then walked away quickly and reluctantly.

Pera was about to turn around, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity.

"Kane, can you tell us your plans? What are you going to do tonight?"

You know, I don't like carrying out missions without a clear explanation; it makes me feel very insecure.

Cairnster's gaze remained fixed on the distant treehouse as he gently shaved his beard with a dagger.

He replied leisurely:

"When hunting, once the prey is startled, it will panic, run around in all directions, and lose its ability to think."

The same applies to people; when they know that unknown dangers are always around them and could occur at any moment…

They also panic, and can't eat or sleep well...

We're not doing anything tonight, just leaving a souvenir, to really get the prey's nerves on edge...

Upon hearing this, Pera pondered for two seconds and then smiled with satisfaction.

Hunting in Cairns always has a unique artistic quality.

"I see…"

After saying that, he, Seth, and Michelle disappeared into the woods behind them.

Cairnster gazed at the treehouse in the distance, smoke gradually rising from it, a smile of excitement playing on his lips.

He enjoys hunting, and his favorite prey is foxes…

This animal is cunning and intelligent, making it very difficult to kill.

During this time, he could enjoy the intellectual challenge, which was far more interesting than a one-sided, skillless massacre…

He really enjoyed the process…

"It's a pity. There's an old Chinese saying: no matter how cunning the fox, it can't outsmart a good hunter."

Ye Feng… the hunting game begins now.

After muttering something, he left with a fierce look and turned to leave.

7 p.m.

The treehouse was filled with the aroma of meat, and the sound of iron pots being turned over could often be heard.

Ye Feng placed Mao Mao and Da Wang on the windowsill, letting them play around and keep watch.

The taro they picked last night had already been processed. The frog they caught had also been soaking in salt water and hadn't gone bad.

Today is the perfect day to make taro dumplings.

The Zhan brothers, Zhan Pengwu and Tang Weiwei, had been enjoying this for a long time, and all three were actively helping out. Liu Sisi was providing guidance from the sidelines…

When the dumpling wrappers were formed, all three of them felt that their views on food had been refreshed once again.

How absurd and delightful it is to be able to eat dumplings in the perilous Amazon!

For a fleeting moment, the three even felt that Ye Feng truly was the god of creation.

I used to be so happy eating salt-free barbecue, and now look at me...

Stir-fried rat meat, fish soup, taro dumplings, steamed buns, roasted rat meat...

This isn't about surviving; it's clearly a vacation.

Following Ye Feng, this big shot, was definitely worth it.

Ye Feng, of course, was unaware of what the three of them were thinking, and continued fiddling with the jar on the fire in front of him.

There were two stoves in the house, one for cooking for the companions and the other for fetching salt.

Ye Feng had no idea when Kainerster would come knocking.

But he was certain that it wouldn't happen today.

It wasn't that he lacked vigilance; it's just that he didn't have a better solution at the moment.

Staying safe in the treehouse is definitely better than going out and searching aimlessly.

The Amazon is full of plants, so there are so many places to hide in the wild.

If I go out, it would be incredibly easy for the other party to ambush me from the shadows.

To put it bluntly, given Cairns' abilities and his understanding of the area…

If I had faced him in the jungle, I might not even know how I died.

His strategy was to remain unchanged in the face of all changes and to play his cards openly against his opponent.

I'll just stay in the treehouse. So what if you find out? If you're so capable, come and kill me.

With this sturdy treehouse and numerous weapons, even if I can't defeat you, even if you kill me in the end, you will certainly not escape unscathed.

If you're accidentally grazed by a poisoned arrow, it doesn't matter what kind of special forces king you are, or even if you're Rambo reincarnated...

They can only trade one for one with me; nobody the hell is going to get out of here alive.

With this mindset of mutually harming each other, Ye Feng's thoughts became much clearer.

Since we're here, let's make the best of it.

At this moment, he carefully used a wooden stick to stir the branches and leaves soaking in the jar.

This is the method for extracting salt from sumac...

It's quite simple; just throw the salty branches, leaves, and fruits into a pot and boil them.

It's the same principle as decocting Chinese medicine, boiling out all the salt.

Then slowly boil it down until it's dry, and you'll see grayish-brown salt grains that look like river sand.

That's pure, natural, unprocessed plant salt, far more precious than the table salt people eat in the city.

In fact, if there were no such rule as the fight, Ye Feng would have easily won the prize money of over 30 million.

Half an hour later, the eight people formed a circle.

Looking at the sumptuous four dishes and one soup in front of them, Ye Feng and his companions did not show much excitement.

On the contrary, Tang Weiwei and the other two had their eyes practically welded to it.

My throat was churning uncontrollably…

"Feng... Brother Feng, you're amazing! You really did it! Is all of this... real?"

"Brother, in my heart, you hold a position just like Buddha."

"Indeed, being able to eat these vegetables in the wild is like a dream come true."

All three of them licked their lips, looking at Ye Feng with faces full of gratitude.

Actually, when Ye Feng promised them these dishes, the group was somewhat skeptical.

They felt that these things only existed in modern cities, and that they would never even see them in the remote Amazon, let alone eat them.

And now, the dream has come true.

"hehe…"

Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh as he watched the three of them swallowing their saliva in a comical manner.

"I value promises the most. I will never break my word once I've promised you something."

"Come on, eat up. It's just regular food. A full stomach will help you stay alert; we're about to have a long battle with those guys."

"Okay, okay."

The three of them didn't actually understand what Ye Feng was trying to say, and just nodded repeatedly.

Then, they grabbed their chopsticks and began to eat like a pack of hungry wolves.

Zhan Pengfei was the least polite, grabbing the biggest dumpling with his bare hands.

The dumplings were so hot from the pot that he switched them between his hands, just as he was about to put them in his mouth.

But it was intercepted by Zhan Pengwu with a chopstick in mid-air.

"Huh!? Give it back to me."

Zhan Pengfei was unconvinced and wanted to steal it again...

Zhan Pengwu slapped him on the head.