Dried meat is made from wild boar meat. Fresh wild boar meat is relatively tough and doesn't taste as good as farmed pigs, but when made into dried meat and cured meat, it tastes surprisingly good.
Combined with the umami of mushrooms and the crunch of wood ear fungus, it has a unique flavor.
It was the only dish that could be considered palatable.
The shredded chicken salad is made with fresh pheasant, which was picked up from the snow by the Emmanuels while they were shoveling snow.
They not only picked up pheasants, but also several rabbits and a few big-tailed beasts.
The Big-Tailed Beast is an animal that looks like a cat or a dog, but has an enormous tail. It is a native creature of the Moikaz universe.
There were five big-tailed beasts in total. Four of them froze to death, and one was frozen stiff. It has now come back to life, but it was terrified by the monkey head mushrooms that were studying it. It just lay there, shivering with its little paws covering its eyes.
The big-tailed beast is not a protected animal, but nobody eats it. With chickens, ducks, rabbits, and seafood available, Emmanuel and his group, like Sanning, are not very interested in creatures they haven't eaten before.
So, this big-tailed beast is still alive and well.
After taking a bite of shredded chicken, Sang Ning frowned. "How many lemons did you put in this?"
Clyde and Elliott, who were enjoying their meal, exchanged a guilty glance. Elliott said, "Three."
Sang Ning looked at him and said, "Are you sure it's three?"
this--
Elliott was a little embarrassed. "Actually, there are four."
"Impossible, four lemons wouldn't taste like this, to be honest."
Five.
"You've said it many times?"
"Eight."
The air suddenly became quiet.
There was complete silence at the dining table and in the live broadcast room.
After a brief silence, the audience was convinced.
[I knew the shredded chicken tasted a bit off, and wow, they put in eight lemons! How could they do that?]
I know they were both busy and forgot. Clyde put one in first, tasted it and thought it was a bit bland, so he added another. Then he went to get the dried mushrooms and stuff, and no sooner had he left than Elliott came over and started putting them in too.
Then the two of them took turns setting it off, and it ended up being set off for eight hours.
I still think this is a bit outrageous. They clearly tasted it, so how could they not notice anything wrong with the flavor?
I really couldn't taste it.
These two aren't particularly sensitive to other sour foods, except for pineapple.
They have a taste that's a bit unusual for most people.
Sang Ning was speechless. "Eight lemons? You guys are really ruthless. We're probably not cut out for this shredded chicken. You guys eat it yourselves!"
The two men, feeling guilty, shoveled their food into their mouths. Emmanuel sighed, "You've wasted a chicken, our only source of meat. The chicken is pitiful, and so are we."
As he spoke, he sincerely suggested, "Next time you cook, don't try these kinds of dishes. Just stir-fry what you're good at or grill it."
That's a good option.
Clyde nodded. "Okay, I got it."
Elliott bluntly stated, "It's because Ningning and the others didn't get up today, otherwise I wouldn't have cooked."
Sang Ning smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"That's not what I meant. Compared to you cooking and feeding us every day, what we're doing is nothing."
He paused for a moment and then explained, “What I mean is that I’m not good at cooking. It’s a delicate job, and I don’t have that much patience. I want the food to be cooked as soon as it’s in the pan, and I can’t control the seasonings very well either. I think I’m better suited to doing something else.”
"It's okay, I'll do it next time."
Sang Ning didn't mind; she didn't mind cooking since she couldn't order takeout, after all, she needed to eat herself.
So, this topic has come to an end here.
Over the next few hours, the group ate and chatted, when the system notification sounded again.
Everyone was speechless.
Is this ever going to end?
"Has anyone kept track of how many players have left the desert planet survival game since midnight?"
Monet became interested and asked the audience.
Viewers who had been thoroughly enjoying the early morning gossip about eliminations immediately provided accurate answers.
[Including this one, the total number has reached 234.]
"How many?"
Sang Ning and the others were all shocked. The audience confirmed that there were indeed 234.
Then, the audience told them how these 234 contestants managed to escape the desolate planet and survive.
The story begins with the heavy snowfall, but before the snow, the temperature had already dropped below zero, and many contestants were already on the verge of collapse.
Thermostatic clothing does indeed have the function of regulating temperature, and the effect is particularly good. However, no matter how good the effect or how high the temperature, it cannot keep a person exposed to sub-zero temperatures indefinitely.
After all, not all players are like Sang Ning and the others, with houses to live in and warm, soft, and thick quilts to lie on and cover themselves with.
Some far-sighted players, even without blankets, managed to stockpile animal hides because the locations they were placed in were relatively resource-rich, allowing them to survive for a while.
But many of them didn't even have animal hides, especially those who were sent to desert and wasteland areas, where the scarcity of resources was so extreme that it was despairing.
Having finally managed to leave the drop point and reach a more resource-rich area through their own abilities, they were so focused on accumulating food that they didn't have time to stockpile animal hides for survival.
The sudden arrival of the cold wave caught these people off guard.
Some people couldn't withstand the cold, and their mentality collapsed due to the difficult survival they had faced since participating in the Desert Planet Survival competition. Unable to contain their grievances and resentment, they chose to withdraw from the competition.
The remaining group did not withdraw from the competition automatically, but were eliminated due to various unforeseen circumstances.
Five of the contestants had absolutely no resistance to the cold. The moment the temperature dropped, their blood flow slowed down, and their bodies’ self-protective mechanisms began to automatically decrease in order to fight the cold wave.
By the time the heavy snow came, the five contestants' physical functions had been reduced to a point where they could no longer feel anything.
Then, the wristband alarm sounded, and the hidden medical robot appeared. After a check, the five contestants were eliminated while unconscious.
Hearing these various elimination methods, Sang Ning and the others fell silent.
I don't know what to say, but thankfully none of them are missing.
"I have an idea."
Mu Tao chuckled, seemingly lost in thought, "Do you guys think it's possible that a cold snap could eliminate all but a few of us?"
"Then we ended our survival on the desolate planet ahead of schedule through our own competition."
This idea is very bold, and also very likely.
but--
Will the production team agree to end the survival show on the desert planet early?
Sang Ning asked sincerely, and if possible, she would have no choice but to take the initiative.
Three years is far too long. She was getting impatient and eager to leave to see the new world and then return to her home planet.
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