This was a nest of eggs, a total of twenty-seven. She wasn't greedy; she took six, and then covered the remaining 21 eggs back with sand.
There's no need to worry about the female bird smelling the odor and breaking all the remaining eggs, because once the seawater wets the sand, any odor will disappear under the unique fishy smell of the ocean.
After putting the egg in the basket, Sang Ning walked towards the contestant.
The other person also ran towards her.
The speed was truly fast. As the distance between the two closed, Sang Ning finally saw the true face of this person.
This is a human male who looks very young, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He is quite handsome and has clear eyes.
He's a sunny and handsome guy.
When they were about a meter apart, he stopped and waved to Sang Ning while keeping his distance.
"Hello, I am contestant number 23, Mu Tao, which is taken from the 'Tao' in 'fleeing away'."
Sang Ning: "Hello, I am contestant number 238, Sang Ning."
Mu Tao glanced at the basket in Sang Ning's hand, her expression showing a hint of envy. "Is that your survival gear?"
"No, I made that up myself. My survival gear is a dagger."
Upon hearing this, Mu Tao's eyes widened in astonishment, "A dagger, a cold weapon in human history?"
Sang Ning nodded, and Mu Tao immediately said with sympathy, "I thought I was already in a bad situation, but it turns out you're in a worse situation than me."
Then, he asked Sang Ning if he could talk to her, and Sang Ning readily agreed.
So the two of them sat down and started chatting.
But as they were chatting, he suddenly did something amazing: he buried the big sea fish in the sand.
Seeing his action, not only were his audience stunned, but Sang Ning was no better off.
Why did you bury the fish in the sand?
“I don’t have the tools to handle the fish, and besides, the fish is about to die. I think I heard someone say that if you bury the fish in sand while it’s still alive, it won’t spoil.”
Sanning, "···"
Who raised this kid?
They really have absolutely no common sense.
"If you bury this fish, it'll be completely useless."
Sang Ning sighed, "Dig it out, I'll take care of it for you."
"You can?"
Mu Tao looked at him with suspicion, and Sang Ning nodded, "I will."
"Okay, thank you, Eighth Sister."
Mu Tao was delighted to hear this and quickly took the fish out.
Sang Ning took the fish and skillfully processed it with the seawater, saying, "Don't call me Eighth Sister."
It sounds like Pigsy (from Journey to the West). Besides, it's not even certain who's older or younger between the two of them.
"Just call me by my name."
"Okay, Ningning."
Mu Tao readily agreed and changed her tune. Sang Ning paused for a moment, then looked up at him. The handsome man was smiling, his eyes crinkling with laughter, his peach blossom eyes seemingly filled with water.
Sang Ning smiled and asked, "How do you plan to eat this fish?"
"Eat it raw."
"...Not all sea fish are suitable for eating raw."
At least for this type of sea fish that she didn't recognize, it's not recommended to eat it raw.
Mu Tao gave a wry "Mmm," and said, "I know, but I don't know how to cook fish."
If he had known that surviving on this desolate planet would be this difficult, he would never have signed up.
I only regret that my brain was hit by cosmic debris back then, otherwise, how could I have been so brain-dead and gotten so excited by Tata and the others' provocation?
And so, he won the lottery, becoming one of the five thousand 'lucky ones'.
He ended up eating raw seafood for two days now; if Sang Ning hadn't appeared, he would have had to eat this fish raw as well.
Sang Ning said "Oh," and added, "Then I'll slice the fish for you so it's easier to eat."
"Okay, Ningning."
Seeing how skillfully and quickly she handled the fish, Mu Tao narrowed her eyes and asked casually, "Ningning, how do you know how to do this?"
"For survival."
This answer stumped Mu Tao. He stammered for a long time before finally managing to say, "I... I didn't mean that. I wanted to ask if you know how to cook fish. I don't want to eat raw fish."
This Sang Ning is really something, but—
"I won't work for free. I'll cook fish for you, but what will you pay me?"
"I can give you..."
Mu Tao, who instinctively wanted to transfer money to solve the problem, paused when he touched the survival bracelet. At the request of the program team, he was now penniless.
But it doesn't matter, he's very strong.
If I remember correctly, contestant number 238 was the only one of the primitive races among all the contestants.
Primitive people are quite poor in terms of physical fitness and stamina, so I suppose his reward should be enough to make her agree.
"I can help you with the work, you just need to feed me."
I glanced at the basket she had placed to the side. It contained a variety of strange wildflowers, wild fruits, and root vegetables. If you couldn't bear to throw them away and were willing to keep them, they must be edible.
This also means that Sang Ning, a primitive person from an impoverished area, has his own skills in survival.
He sells his labor in exchange for enough to eat and drink; it's a worthwhile deal.
Sang Ning instinctively wanted to refuse, but then she thought about her own strength, and then about the strength of the elite race in this world, which was so great that it was not like the average human strength of 500 kilograms. Shamefully, she was tempted.
How much strength do you have?
"Not high, only seven hundred."
"...Seven hundred kilograms?"
"ah."
Mu Tao nodded, "My brother's strength is more than two hundred points higher than mine."
Sanning, "???"
What kind of creatures are humans in the interstellar age? They're all so outrageous.
That should be fine.
"make a deal."
After preparing the fish, Sang Ning asked him, "How would you like to eat it?"
"Anything that's cooked is fine."
From yesterday to today, he has been eating all the marine life he catches raw because he doesn't know how to cook it; he's gotten tired of it.
Now I feel like my voice smells of the sea, it's really unpleasant.
Sang Ning responded with an "oh," and said, "They're quite easy to raise."
What are your survival supplies?
"this."
Mu Tao took out a small box from her waist and opened it. Inside was a sphere about the size of a baby's fist and a very small bottle.
Upon seeing the sphere, Sang Ning's eyes lit up instantly, "Memory metal?"
"Um."
Mu Tao took out the memory metal and said rather dejectedly, "This thing is useless. It would have been better not to give me this at all, and just replace the small bottle of salt with a large bottle of salt."
Mu Tao is so lucky! Not only does she have shape memory metal, but she also has salt.
"No, your survival items are all very useful."
Sang Ning laughed, "With memory metal and salt, there are many more foods we can make."
Salt! The salt she had been longing for had finally appeared. Happiness.
"ah?"
Mu Tao couldn't believe it. "I know the human body can't live without salt, but shape memory metals..."
He looked at the memory metal and asked in bewilderment, "This thing can actually be eaten?"
Viewers in both live streams were also bewildered, and they all asked the most profound questions: Can memory metal be eaten?
Of course, it cannot be eaten.
However, because shape memory metal can be easily shaped and has fast heat conduction, Sang Ning shaped it into a small frying pan.
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