Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Feng Lan shook her head. "Look, there's a lot of mud by the stream, and the wet area goes all the way up here—"

Feng Lan walked four or five meters away from the stream before the soil became slightly drier.

"This means that this creek may look small, but it has recently experienced ups and downs. If it were too close to here, our shelter could be flooded."

"Wow, so that's how it is. Where should we put it?"

Xiahou Fengya felt a little sorry. After all, the terrain beside the stream was flat and there were trees nearby to block the view. If Feng Lan hadn't told her, she would probably have rested here. After all, it was convenient for hunting, there was water source, and the terrain was also very good, neither high nor low.

"We can find a place nearby. When I came here just now, I saw a cliff ahead. There might be a suitable platform there. But now we can have lunch here and replenish our energy. You go find some firewood."

"Okay!!! I promise to complete the mission!"

"By the way, break off some thick branches and use them as supports."

When Xiahou Fengya heard that dinner was about to start, he looked excited and ran out happily.

Feng Lan first found a place with many stones, stepped on them repeatedly, and built a simple stone stove.

He squatted by the nearby stream and processed the pheasants and rabbits that Xiahou Fengya had caught in the morning.

Kill, bleed, eviscerate, and skin.

This was Feng Lan's first time doing this, so she was a bit clumsy and inevitably had a lot of blood splattered on her body, making it look like a crime scene.

She buried the internal organs far away to prevent the smell of blood from attracting wild animals.

“It’s not that difficult!”

Feng Lan looked at the rabbits and pheasants that his men had cut into pieces and thought they were pretty good.

After preparing the food, she found a flat stone in the stream, washed off the moss and mud on it, and used it as a chopping board to chop the rabbit into small pieces.

An iron basin suddenly appeared in Feng Lan's hand, and the chopped rabbit meat was put into it. The pheasant's belly was stuffed with sour wild fruits, potatoes, and wild onions, and a layer of sauce was spread on the surface. Feng Lan wrapped it tightly with a palm leaf, and spread a layer of yellow soil from the stream on the surface. The simple beggar's chicken was ready.

"I'm back! Feng Lan, do you think this is enough?"

"Well, sure. It's dry enough. Shave down some sawdust. Here's the lighter. Light it up and add some wood to start a fire."

Feng Lan pointed to the location of the stone stove to Xiahou Fengya. Xiahou Fengya, who was doing this for the first time, excitedly took the lighter and did it seriously.

"By the way, Lanlan."

"Ok?"

"How thin do you want the sawdust to be? Sliced ​​or shredded?"

“…Cut it as thinly as possible.”

"Okay, Lanlan."

After Xiahou Fengya finally started the fire, Feng Lan buried the beggar's chicken in the field next to it. The flames were burning fiercely. Feng Lan took an iron pot and placed it on the stone stove.

Rub the bottom of the pot with a piece of fatter rabbit meat, add wild onions and ginger, stir-fry until fragrant, then add the rabbit meat pieces and stir-fry until they change color.

Feng Lan had salt, oyster sauce, soy sauce, vinegar, and chili in his hands. Xiahou Fengya widened his eyes and opened and closed his mouth.

But my admiration for Feng Lan deepened.

She was so prescient!

"All right."

After all the work, Feng Lan cooked another bowl of self-heating rice, the kind that is just rice.

"Lanlan's braised rabbit is so delicious! Woohoo! And there's rice too. I love it so much!"

The two men walked for the whole morning, making way and observing the surroundings with vigilance. They were already tired, and the rabbit was not full at all.

Feng Lan estimated the time, used a branch to turn over the hot soil next to him, and dug out the beggar's chicken.

The moment the soil was broken, the plant aroma of the palm leaves, the taste of the chicken itself, and the taste of the marinade mixed together and rushed into people's noses and mouths.

Xiahou Fengya swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, sat up straight silently, and looked at Feng Lan with sparkling eyes.