Finally, Sang Ning withdrew her hand and said calmly, "I can hold on for a few more days."
ah?
How could it have lasted this long?
The audience was filled with questions, and Lampson looked at her incredulously, "Are you serious?"
"Seriously."
Sang Ning nodded. Lampson stared at her for a while, then turned around and said, "Let's go. Let's hurry up and take care of Alex. We'll have one more match before I withdraw from the competition."
Note that it's withdrawing from the competition, not being eliminated.
This shows that Lampson is very confident in himself. Sang Ning nodded and said, "Okay."
So the two of them embarked on their unfinished journey once again.
Because he had something on his mind, Lampson remained silent for the rest of the journey, as if he were mute, until—
"This place is nice. Let's have some food first and then continue. I'm hungry."
Pointing to the nearby woods where there was little snow, Sang Ning made a suggestion.
Lampson glanced at it and nodded. "Okay."
The woods, with little snow, were easy to find dry firewood. Even a small amount would be enough for Sang Ning to light a fire, not to mention she had tung oil, a magical fire starter.
Upon reaching the woods, Sang Ning unloaded his basket to gather firewood, but didn't let Lampson be idle. Instead, he said, "Lampson, I have a piece of memory metal in my basket. Can you pull out a small round pot and go outside to find some clean snow to fill it with? We'll boil some water to drink."
Lampson, who had initially intended to refuse, immediately changed his mind and agreed upon hearing the words "boil water to drink".
He finds hot water irresistible, but ever since the temperature dropped, he hasn't liked drinking water anymore because it's too cold and too stimulating.
I did think about learning how to boil water like Sang Ning, but he didn't have a container to hold much water. He tried to make a hole in a stone, but the stone cracked before the water was fully boiled and all the water leaked out.
If you remove the shells, the fresh fruit won't heat up properly, and it will taste particularly strange.
Some fresh fruit shells, when burned, produce a pungent smell that can drive a person away; with dried fruit shells, the shells simply burn and crack when heated.
Therefore, he has never been able to drink hot water, even though he wanted to.
Not only that, he also got a parasitic infection from drinking untreated water for a long time, which is quite pitiful.
But now, he can drink hot water, and how should I put it? The pity is gone, only happiness remains.
Feeling blissful, Lampson carefully pulled the fist-sized memory metal into a small round pot with his large, fan-like hands, right before the eyes of all the spectators. Perhaps due to nervousness, the pot was slightly crooked and not perfectly round.
[Hahaha, the way Xiaolanlan carefully shapes herself with memory metal is hilarious.]
[The key point is that even with all that caution, the pot is still crooked, which is absurd.]
Should we suggest to Lampson that he redesign this pot? This shape is driving someone with OCD crazy!
[Let's not do it. If we let him redo it, he might do an even worse job. Lampson isn't good with handicrafts; he's quite clumsy.]
You guys knew that too?
[Of course we know. We've been staking out him for so long, it would be strange if we didn't know.]
The audience was chatting enthusiastically, while Lampson had already taken his irregularly shaped round pot to find clean snow.
The genetic metal was limited, and the pot they pulled out was only enough to boil one and a half bamboo tubes of water, but that was enough for the two of them to drink. If it wasn't enough, they would just boil a few more pots.
But Lampson didn't know that he simply thought the pot wouldn't boil much water.
Therefore, when he found clean snow, he not only filled the pot to the brim with snow, but also wiped his hands on the clean snow next to him several times before pressing the snow in the pot down and continuing to fill it.
So when Sang Ning returned with firewood, he found the pot full of snow that looked like ice.
Sanning, "···"
She said, somewhat exasperated, "Why did you pack the snow so tightly?"
"That way we can burn more."
As he spoke, he stood up and took the firewood that Sang Ning had brought back, saying, "I'll start the fire, you go and get the lamb leg!"
"OK!"
So the two divided the work: Lampson started a fire, and Sanning carried the lamb leg to the snow to wash it.
Lampson tied the lamb leg to his back with vines and then left it alone, making the lamb leg all dirty.
The key issue is that this is a leg without sheepskin, making it a bit troublesome to process, and the texture of the meat was completely destroyed during Lampson's violent skinning process.
After wiping the dirt off the surface with snow, Sang Ning looked at the tangled lamb leg, sighed, and resignedly moved on to the next step.
Half an hour later, after being cut, seasoned, and massaged, the lamb leg was skewered by Sang Ning onto a fruitwood branch washed clean with snow and placed over the roaring fire.
Lampson, "..."
He sniffed, smelling the seasoning emanating from the lamb leg, and exclaimed in surprise, "What did you put on it? It seems like the strange smell on the lamb has lessened quite a bit."
Viewers flooded the screen with comments saying that Sang Ning had used a secret ingredient.
Lampson became interested and asked Sang Ning, "What does your secret seasoning look like? Can I see it?"
Sang Ning, without looking up, said, "The one with the number three engraved on it is the one. You can find it yourself."
"Okay!"
Soon, Lampson found bamboo tube number 3. He opened the lid and found it contained a strangely colored powder.
When you put it under your nose, an indescribable smell hits you—it's a little fragrant, a little pungent, and quite stimulating.
Achoo!
He couldn't help but sneeze, turning his head slightly. He sniffed and looked at the powder in the bamboo tube again. After trying to suppress his curiosity, he finally asked, "Sang Ning, can I have some to try?"
"Can!"
Then, he tilted the bamboo tube, carefully poured a little bit onto his palm, put the tube down, dipped his finger in it, and put it in his mouth.
The taste was so amazing that his eyes lit up instantly. Then, as if he had discovered a new continent, he said, "Sang Ning, is this the seasoning you use to roast rabbits?"
"Um."
Sang Ning nodded, turning the lamb leg over the fire, then took a twig, dipped it in oil, and brushed it on, saying as he did so, "This is my homemade barbecue seasoning, but because I don't have all the ingredients, this is the best I can do."
"If all the ingredients were available, the taste would be many times better than it is now."
"I think this tastes amazing!"
Lampson was a huge fan of this barbecue seasoning, showering it with compliments until Sang Ning was embarrassed and opened her mouth to stop him, but then he suddenly said—
"Sang Ning, do you sell your barbecue seasoning?"
"If you're selling, I'd like to buy. I'm not greedy, can I have a hundred pounds first?"
Upon hearing the sound, Sang Ning's hand trembled, and the fluffy branch was so startled that it almost slipped from his grasp and fell into the fire.
She glanced up at Lampson, and seeing his serious expression and expectant look, she decisively refused, "Not for sale!"
---Aside---
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