Before I could even speak, Su Su offered to help me cook the rest of the food using my method.

Su Su is a bold yet meticulous girl. Even though it was her first time handling a pot, she didn't show the slightest panic.

I only ever see surprise and a thirst for future challenges in her clear eyes. I believe that she will soon become the true culinary master of this wilderness, surpassing me.

I smiled and nodded, then asked Dante to take the chopped ingredients over and helped Su Su with the work.

This time I didn't interfere; I wanted to see how Su Su would handle the ingredients herself.

Su Su followed my example and first put all the ingredients into the pot with cold water. Then she added some wild scallions to the pot and cooked them together with the ingredients.

This surprised me a bit. I deliberately didn't do that earlier because I wanted to see Su Su's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Su Su's ability to improvise was quite good. She knew to use the aroma of wild onions to reduce the bloody smell of the ingredients, giving them a subtle onion fragrance as a base flavor.

I watched this scene with a smile, feeling a great sense of accomplishment. Indeed, a great teacher produces great students.

After boiling the large pot of meat until it turned white and a lot of foam floated to the surface, Su Su poured out all the water from the pot and then poured the cooked meat into a ceramic basin filled with water.

They started to pour out the excess foam one by one, and the meat became cleaner. Su Su was a clean girl, and she smiled with satisfaction when she saw the meat was clean.

As I watched, I grew to like this apprentice more and more. To Su Su at that moment, washing the meat with cold water probably only made it a little cleaner.

But there's much more to it than that. When hot meat suddenly encounters cold water, the meat will instinctively contract as a whole.

Meat processed this way not only loses its bloody taste, but also becomes more fragrant and has a firmer texture, instead of being mushy.

I looked up at the sky, pondering to myself. It seems I need to study the basics of massage beforehand; I didn't know Su Su learned cooking so quickly.

Hmm... How about learning this basic hand strength technique? I secretly learned this hand strength technique from the ladies at the foot massage parlors after visiting many times.

This will greatly help Su Su's cooking skills. It seems I still have to work overtime to organize the techniques I've memorized.

Su Su is a rare talent, so it doesn't matter if I, as her teacher, work a little harder. I can just treat it as a chance to exercise more.

"Sir? Sir?"

Dante, seeing me grinning foolishly at the sky, assumed I'd discovered some incredible prey. But when he looked around, all he saw was a hazy, overcast sky; he didn't see a single thing.

"Huh? Ah! What's wrong?"

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Dante's words, and I immediately came to my senses and asked a question.

"Susu said she has already prepared the food, and since you kept looking at the sky, she didn't want to disturb you. Susu wants you to try it and see how it tastes."

As Dante looked at the fragrant chunks of meat in the pot, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

The other natives were the same, staring longingly at the pot, but they were too embarrassed to start eating before Dante and I could even speak.

However, their expressions were exactly the same as Top's, who was also staring longingly at the pot, his eyes practically popping into the pot.

I broke off a stick to use as chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, put it in my mouth, closed my eyes, and began to chew.

The smacking sounds were a real pain for the locals. Watching me swallow chunks of meat, they felt like they were being scratched by dozens of kittens.

They were watching me swallow as I did so, but they were swallowing saliva; instead, they were imagining the delicious chunks of meat in their minds.

"Hmm...not bad."

I nodded and said with certainty,

"Dante, let's divide the cooked dishes among ourselves, so it will be easier for everyone to eat."

Dante and the others were already getting impatient. Hearing what I said, they quickly brought over a clean, empty earthenware basin and poured half of the stir-fried meat from the pot into the basin.

Our group of seven, including Top, gathered around and began to feast. Since the dishes were served in separate bowls, it was much easier for everyone to eat.

If I don't do this, I'm really afraid they might get carried away and accidentally puncture the pot that's been with me for so long.

Everyone was slurping their food, and no one had time to talk. Dante's cheeks were stuffed up like a bulging toad as he chewed heartily and nodded incessantly.

The indigenous people who were fortunate enough to come with us also looked proud and happy. If they stayed in their tribe, they would never be able to eat such good food, let alone have it all to their hearts' content.

Watching everyone eat, I gave a wry smile, feeling as if I were facing a prehistoric beast.

Before long, the whole pot of wild birds, rabbits, and the twice-cooked pork I had cooked earlier was devoured by everyone.

This time, everyone was very polite and didn't lick my pot anymore, because they were genuinely too full to eat anymore.

It's not advisable to do strenuous exercise after a meal, so I found a clean stone slab to sit on, rubbed my round belly, and started thinking about how to divide the remaining wild boars.

I've been thinking of killing them all, then cutting them up and smoking them into jerky. I'll send someone back with a message to the chief to bring a few more people over so we can transport these supplies back to the tribe together.

This is the simplest and most convenient method we can think of. Killing the other wild boars would only take a few minutes.

They can't escape now; inside this impenetrable tribe, they are lambs to the slaughter.

However, I still feel that this approach is not prudent enough. From a short-term perspective, it seems that we have suddenly gained a lot more supplies.

However, from a long-term perspective, what we are doing now is killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, trying to do everything at once.

My thought is whether we can find a way to bring all these live wild boars back to the tribe, so that we can get fresh meat instead of using it as dried meat for food storage.

There are two piglets in this herd. If we can tame them together and then raise them in a pen, their lives will be much more comfortable.

The two piglets are at least two to three months old now. Wild boars usually reach sexual maturity in about ten months and can mate and produce offspring the following year.

Moreover, wild boars have a strong reproductive capacity, and can give birth to at least seven or eight offspring in a single litter, and it is not impossible for them to have more than a dozen.