Sang Ning's lips twitched as she asked, "Did you bleed the sheep?"
"He bled when he was killed."
Sang Ning understood immediately; that meant no blood flowed in.
After considering it for a moment, she said, "I suggest you don't want this sheep."
Wasting food is shameful, especially in a desolate place like this.
But shamefully, there was nothing she could do; Sanning didn't think she could teach Galsworth how to save the sheep.
The blood wasn't drained completely, and it's unknown whether any internal organs were damaged during the removal process. Furthermore, it wasn't marinated, and now the surface is charred from grilling.
If she were there in person, she could help handle it, perhaps with verbal guidance, but Sang Ning wasn't confident.
He lacked confidence in himself, and even less confidence in Galsworth.
Galsworth lowered his ears even further, looking aggrieved.
"If you don't take it, I won't have anything to eat today."
As he spoke, he got up and went to the door, letting Sang Ning and the others see what was happening on his side.
"I'm on the grassland. It's raining heavily today, and all the animals have hidden themselves. I won't be able to catch any other prey if I go out now."
The implication was that he had nothing else to eat besides this sheep.
Before Sang Ning could speak, Clyde asked her, "Is it really impossible to save them?"
"able."
Sang Ning sighed and said to Galsworth, "Take the sheep off the fire first."
"Also, I'd like to ask to what extent you intend to save the sheep?"
"To the point where it's edible."
"As long as it's edible, I'm not picky," Galsworth said earnestly.
Sang Ning breathed a sigh of relief. If it was just something edible, then this would be easy.
"I saw you have kitchen utensils over there..."
"have."
Before she could finish speaking, Galsworth quickly led them on a tour of the tent. After the tour, Sanning gained a more direct impression of the world's technological products.
Have you ever seen a tent with two bedrooms, a living room, and all its own amenities?
Sang Ning met him.
This isn't a tent at all; it's clearly a portable house that can be folded into the size of a capsule, a house you can put in your pocket and carry around anywhere.
Of course, that's not the point. The point is that Galsworth's tents come with their own shower facilities, including hot water and flush toilets.
After seeing his tent, Sang Ning and the others suddenly felt that their own houses didn't seem so appealing anymore.
Emmanuel and his group couldn't understand why, even though they were from the same batch of survival packs, they couldn't open a single capsule tent despite grabbing several, while Galsworth managed to get one.
Unsurprisingly, this should be the only capsule tent that the production team has deployed.
Galsworth's luck is incredible.
He's definitely the chosen one.
Emmanuel and the others were both envious and jealous of Galsworth's luck. Sanning was also envious, but after a brief moment of envy, she returned to normal.
"I see you have oil, salt, and other seasonings. How about I teach you to make boiled mutton or stir-fried mutton?"
Seeing Galsworth's eyes suddenly light up and his furry ears stand up, Sang Ning was startled and reminded him, "Let me make this clear beforehand, I'm only teaching you how to cook something that's edible, I can't guarantee how good it will be."
Aside from seasonings like oil, salt, and sugar, there are no other ingredients or spices such as scallions, ginger, garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, and cumin. Even when making boiled mutton, you still need a dipping sauce.
If you find dipping sauces too troublesome, you can keep it simple and use salt and pepper powder as a dipping sauce.
However, Galsworth's side had nothing, and he even ruined the sheep. Under these circumstances, it was already good enough that it could be cooked and eaten. It was absolutely impossible to make it delicious and without the muttony smell.
Upon hearing her words, the light in Galsworth's eyes dimmed, but then he immediately became happy.
"Okay, thank you Sang Ning. I'm so grateful for the recipe you taught me. It's edible."
"polite."
Sang Ning waved his hand and instructed, "First, peel off the outer layer of the sheep so I can see what the meat inside looks like."
"OK."
As he spoke, he took out a laser dagger. With a whoosh, the dagger flashed, and the heavily charred, blackened exterior of the roasted lamb was stripped away, revealing a bright red interior.
The meat looks good too.
She breathed a sigh of relief and instructed, "See how much you want to eat, and cut the meat off."
"Okay." Galsworth replied, and with a swift motion, he sliced off five or six pieces of meat.
These pieces of meat were cut from different parts of the body, including leg meat, brisket meat, back meat, etc. Each piece of meat weighed about one or two pounds, which means that Galsworth cut more than ten pounds of meat.
The cut meat was placed aside, and Sang Ning told him to wash it first. Only a few minutes after it was cut, the meat started to drip blood. The dripping blood fell on the white floor of the tent, like bright flowers blooming in the snow.
Galsworth washed the meat as instructed, and then began to process the mutton step by step according to the steps taught by Sanning.
Sang Ning taught diligently, Galsworth learned diligently, and the audience, who watched with equal seriousness, couldn't help but share their thoughts.
I finally understand the gap between me and a master chef: I lack a mentor like Sang Ning.
The comment above perfectly captures my feelings. Back when my dad taught me to cook, what kind of nonsense was he teaching me? He couldn't explain it clearly and then blamed me for being stupid. He would slap me and yell at me, asking if my brain had been hit by a meteorite and how I couldn't even understand common language.
He didn't even consider how vague his teaching was, saying things like "just do it this way or that way," which made me so angry I felt like my blood was boiling. Seriously, that's what a father is like. If it were anyone else, I would have used my eloquence to avoid being treated like this.
[Thanks to Sang Ning's explanation, I feel like I can cook lamb now.]
My ears understood, my brain was clear, and my eyes were watching very intently, but my hands told me they hadn't learned it yet.
The comments continued, the audience chatted enthusiastically, Sang Ning's teaching continued, and student Galsworth strictly followed her steps.
Half an hour later, the first pot of boiled mutton was ready to eat.
Sang Ning took a bite and was surprised to find that the lamb, of unknown breed, was incredibly tender and had no gamey smell. Moreover, the lamb even had a natural herbal fragrance.
It's surprisingly delicious even though I didn't add any seasonings, just oil, salt, sugar, scallions, ginger, and garlic.
The taste was truly beyond her expectations.
As she virtually tasted it, Galsworth watched her nervously. Only after she finished tasting it did he cautiously ask, "How was it? Is it edible?"
"Yes, it's delicious."
Sang Ning gave a thumbs up and praised, "You're in luck; this lamb is of excellent quality."
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