The Days of Competition Chapter 5

The Zhanyun Knife is particularly useful.

It's worthy of being something made by gods.

It's his bad luck that has prevented him from living a good life for half his life. Wherever he touches, he's doomed!

A small tree as thick as a bowl can be cut with a chopping knife. Peeling bark and sawdust is effortless, just like cutting tofu with a bamboo knife. It didn't take long for Aiden Shao to cut a pile of neatly cut wood. He tied them into a pile with the rope in the first aid kit and put them into his backpack like a medicine stove and whisk.

With firewood, we can make a fire, and with fire, we have dinner. The big snake should taste good if roasted, and we can pick some fruits and wild vegetables to eat with it to relieve the greasiness. There seem to be a few bird nests among the branches above... Aiden Shao touched his stomach, which had been hungry for too long and had no hunger at all, and decided to save himself first and then pity the others. He hugged the trunk and jumped up to the treetops, taking away several nests of eggs along with the nest.

Unfortunately, the sun was about to set, and he had to be prepared to prevent wild animals from attacking before dark, so he couldn't spend too much time preparing dinner. He jumped down from a few bird nests nearby, and searched for a while. He found a clump of bamboo as thick as his arm, picked the slightly yellow ones, tapped the bamboo joints with the back of a knife, and cut a few.

When he returned, Milo Feng was already wrapped in a blanket and fast asleep. Perhaps his cultivation was really weak, and he had been tossed around a lot that day, so he just curled up into a small ball and slept on the ground without caring about anything. Aiden Shao simply cut some grass from the surroundings and spread it in the stone cave he had chosen, and then added a space blanket on top, and held this delicate guest and stuffed him in.

After all this, Milo Feng woke up. She struggled violently in his arms, and only calmed down when she saw the insecurely beautiful face in the dim light. She let out a long sigh: "It turned out to be you. I was scared to death. I thought that orc had come."

"He won't stand a chance. I'm here." Aiden Shao dumped the chopped wood and bamboo onto the ground, placed the wild fruits next to the customer, picked up the dead snake, skinned it and gutted it, chatting as he worked: "You look a bit different from the immortal I met. Could it be that you are from the mortal world like me?"

"Are you a mortal?" Milo Feng was so surprised that he cracked the berries in his hand, splashing them all over his face without even bothering to wipe them off: "How can you be a mortal? Can't you push the orc to the ground with one hand, and smear that strange powder on his face? Then again, aren't you a Taoist priest? Aren't Taoist priests not allowed to eat meat?"

"Although I dress like a Taoist priest, I haven't officially become a monk. It's just the custom in my sect to dress like this." Aiden Shao was still a little ashamed of his identity as a fake Taoist priest. He buried his head in tearing off the snake skin, wrapped the cleaned snake meat around a long and straight stick, and fixed the head and tail with ropes. He lowered his head and asked the omniscient immortal in his mind: "Do you all know how to calculate gravity and fluid resistance through your own movement speed?"

The person on the other side didn't speak for a long time.

Aiden Shao thought his question was too low-level and the immortal was too disdainful to answer, so he stuck the snake-stringing stick into the ground next to him, built a pile of firewood beside the cave, and took out matches from the first aid kit to light the fire. He had been using flint and steel to make fire since he was a child, and he was quite skilled at it, but instant matches were too amazing - just gently rub the red and white round head on the cover of the matchbox, and a big flame would appear on the top with a "bang", and it would burn if he threw it into the middle of the firewood pile!

The flames quickly rose high, illuminating the small open space and Milo Feng's face. In the light of the fire, Aiden Shao unexpectedly saw that he looked at him with a look of despair, and a dark shadow swayed behind him, as if he was possessed by a demon.

"Feng... Dear customer and friend?" Aiden Shao really didn't know how he had offended the VIP, but seeing that this man's eyes were wide open and he couldn't speak, he put the stick with the snake wrapped around it on the fire, drew out the knife, stood up and left the fire, intending to get some water to wake him up.

Milo Feng regained consciousness when the knife was pulled out. A fanatical look flashed in his eyes. He hugged his body and trembled, shouting without hesitation: "I won't do it even if you force me with a knife! We who study management don't understand physics. What do you want?"

"...You don't understand either?" Aiden Shao was surprised and felt closer to him: "How can you travel to the heavens and the worlds without understanding these magic arts?"

Milo Feng keenly heard the word "also", breathed a sigh of relief, and answered righteously: "I spent money to buy the game, so I can play it. The cultivation version requires math, physics and chemistry, but the travel version does not, otherwise how could I fall for this? I have also been to other small worlds before, and I feel that some of them are similar to my own world. At most, the technological level is a few dozen or hundreds of years behind... This is a special case!"

"Are there no immortals in these worlds?"

"No... To be honest, if I hadn't played this crappy game, I would have thought you were a liar if you told me about cultivating immortals! Nowadays, science is not taught everywhere, and cultivating immortals is just something written in novels."

Aiden Shao finally understood the positioning of his customer base and accepted that this distinguished guest was a truly frail and easily overthrown ordinary person. The lack of confidence in front of customers due to lack of knowledge was eliminated, and he suddenly felt much more relaxed. He approached him with a radiant face and asked him: "Would you like some water?"

Milo Feng was dazzled by his smile, and in a moment he saw the strange curved knife with bright red patterns. He retreated to the innermost part of the crevice, stared at his hand warily and asked, "Just drink water, why are you holding the knife?"

Aiden Shao picked up a bamboo from the side, shook it by his ear, picked up his knife and chopped it twice, and the sound of water flowed out. He lifted the bamboo, which was longer than himself, with one hand, drank all the water from the gap, and chopped off the empty part and the next part with two more times, and handed the bamboo tube full of clear water to Milo Feng: "The water is quite clear, with a little bamboo flavor, and it's not hard to drink."

While the customer was drinking from the bamboo cup, the customer service representative still had to work. He started a smaller fire, set up a rack next to the big fire, found a small iron pot from the life-saving bag, poured the water in the bamboo tube into it and boiled it, and then put the cleaned snake meat on the small fire and slowly roasted it.

While the water was still hot and the snake meat didn't need to be turned over, he took the wooden sticks he had chopped and cut out conical tips one by one. He was more relaxed and skilled at carpentry than an artist at making clay sculptures. With a rotating knife, he could cut out a smooth conical surface like a pencil tip at the bottom of the stick.

Except for the occasional crackling sound of the fire, the fishy smell and the unique aroma of cooked meat when the roasted snake meat was turned over, this scene was so peaceful and beautiful. Milo Feng held the bamboo cup and looked at the customer service representative who was more capable than a nanny. He had already imagined a beautiful scene in his mind where he would walk sideways in this crappy game and this omnipotent customer service representative would follow him every day to help him wash clothes, cook and knit sweaters.

The snake meat cooked quickly, and after being sprinkled with salt and roasted and ground pepper powder, it was even more fragrant. After the water in the pot boiled, Aiden Shao poured out some for him to wash, and poured the rest into a bamboo tube. He then poured some oil into the small pot, fried a few bird eggs on both sides, and then poured hot water on it and simmered it over low heat.

The roasted snake meat crackled on the fire, giving off a unique barbecue aroma, and the smell of egg soup slowly drifted out with the steam. The customer service staff who was lowering their eyebrows behind the fire finished cutting wood and started twisting ropes. The knife was thrown into the backpack, and its lethality was immediately reduced to zero. Milo Feng was seduced by this beautiful and warm picture and completely forgot the nature of the person in front of him. He asked in a suicidal way: "My dear, why did you make this up?"

"Set a trap." Aiden Shao smiled at him gently and harmlessly, picked up a sharpened stick, moved it to a farther place and stuck it in, then wiped the backpack on his back with his right hand.

A copper furnace half a man's height appeared from nowhere, and with a bang, it sank the ground half a finger deep. He bent down and grasped one leg of the furnace, then easily stood up by the furnace leg, spun the furnace in the air for half a circle, and then slammed it on the top of the wooden stick stuck in the ground with a "hum".

The long stick was only halfway into the ground in the blink of an eye. Aiden Shao came back with the stove as if nothing had happened and took another stick, and nailed it into the ground not far from the previous one using the same method.

The stupid player immediately turned into a quail, hiding himself in the crevice of the rock, not daring to say a word.

Aiden Shao made a lot of clanging and banging, set several nooses around the place where they were resting, and set a series of traps under the tree that Milo Feng had leaned against before, and placed the life-threatening copper furnace on the top.

As long as someone dares to step in, I guarantee that they will come in vertically and go out horizontally... Well, whether they can get out depends on luck.

He rolled up his sleeves, looked around, and finally was satisfied with this temporary shelter. He went back to continue serving customers.

When he returned, Milo Feng had already torn the snake meat. He tore a piece of meat and shook his hands for a long time. After he threw it into his mouth, it was so hot that he couldn't close his mouth, but he still couldn't help eating it. The space blanket was wrapped around his chest like a skirt, dragging a long hem on the ground, covered with black charcoal residue. Seeing the hard-working customer service come back, he smiled shamelessly, revealing a mouth full of black ash: "Shouldn't I taste it for you? It's too hot now, and I can't taste anything. Well, the snake meat is also a little dry, just apply some oil."

Aiden Shao smiled and said, "The roasted snake meat is a bit dry, but unfortunately we only have one pot, otherwise it would be more tender if we stir-fry it."

Milo Feng hurriedly tore the snake's body apart, trying to get half of it to share with him, but it was too hot to get it off. He had no choice but to hold the stick with both hands and reluctantly gave it all to him.

Aiden Shao took it without any hesitation, and under the pitiful gaze of the guest, he snapped the stick, removed the snake meat wrapped around it and placed it on a clean large leaf. He tasted a few pieces himself and felt that the saltiness was a little thin, so he ground some pepper and salt and sprinkled it evenly on the meat, picked out the large pieces, wrapped them in a bag and handed them back to Milo Feng.

There weren't many spices in the survival kit, and he didn't recognize some of them, so he didn't dare to use them when grilling. But the snake meat was grilled to a crispy outside and tender inside, with a full taste and a unique fragrance of wood fire. Just a little bit of pepper and salt to enhance the flavor was delicious enough.

Milo Feng was so moved that he didn't even have time to say anything. He wolfed down the bag of meat while hissing and inhaling. He stretched out his hand, wiped the black corner of his mouth and said, "Another bag!"

Both of them had been hungry for quite a while, and finally they had a bite of meat, so they didn't care about being polite and sat beside the pile of snake meat, stuffing it into their mouths piece by piece. As soon as the taste of pepper and salt touched the tip of their tongues, before they could taste the freshness of the snake meat itself, a large piece of hot meat slid into their stomachs, warJace their whole bodies.