Chapter 176: Chapter 173: Not hungry? Then you’re not hungry enough.

“Hungry or not?”

“Hungry…”

“Eat or not?”

“Not eating…”

“Then you’re not really hungry, what a shame, it tastes quite good.” Bi Fang skewered a piece of deer meat and chewed it in his mouth.

“Ugh!”

Etienne knelt on the ground and dry heaved again, unable to count how many times he had vomited, only remembering that with every bite of meat Bi Fang ate, he had to vomit once, his mouth full of the taste of stomach acid.

“Tiger fights with wolf, wolf eats the deer, deer eats grass, grass is innocent too, don’t feel guilty, larger animals eat smaller ones, even the elk eats grass, but who would pity those blades of grass? We all come from the same cell 3.5 billion years ago.” Bi Fang patted Etienne’s shoulder, trying to console him.

This speech truly captured the law of the survival of the fittest in nature. If there were new viewers, they might actually think that Etienne couldn’t bear to eat because he had seen the reindeer die in front of his eyes.

“If you hadn’t tricked me into eating raw deer eyes…”

Etienne was gasping for air but still summoned the last of his strength to accuse the main culprit, a feat much stronger than many TV dramas.

Just now, Bi Fang had boldly eaten the deer’s heart raw, shocking everyone. That wasn’t the end; right after, he dug out a deer’s eye and without a word, chewed it in his mouth, juice bursting out, praising it as tasty and asking Etienne if he wanted one.

A deer has a pair of eyes, and with one gone, there’d be no second chance in this village, so the young Etienne couldn’t resist the temptation and tried tasting it too.

As a result…

Etienne swore, he would never try such bizarre things again!

Bi Fang seemed unconcerned, “I think it’s not bad, animal eyes are one of the places with the least parasites, second only to the heart, and they’re bursty in texture, rich in fatty acids and vitamins, quite nourishing.”

Etienne highly suspected that Bi Fang did it on purpose, as a punishment for his act of leaving the middle of the lake to save the goose.

He would never forget the slimy juice, mixed with a heavy, pungent smell, exploding in his mouth.

[Hahaha, this conversation, so funny]

[I’m dying of laughter!]

[Master Fang is so bad!]

[With that serious look, I can’t tell real from fake anymore, whether Master Fang’s taste is off, or if he’s really fooling Etienne.]

All the audience was laughing, filling the livestream room with a jovial atmosphere.

“Reindeer meat is quite prized, treated as a delicacy in local restaurants, with calf liver being considered an exquisite dish, though for some reason, Finnish cuisine was considered by other European countries as unpalatable as British cuisine.”

Next to the roaring campfire hung a large amount of deer meat, looking like a dense meat forest, as Bi Fang grabbed a piece of greasy deer meat and began cutting it with his knife and fork.

“But I think it’s alright, the deer meat is tender, similar to veal, with less fat and tenderer than most meats, but very gamey, extremely gamey, I’d say about the same level as pig kidneys.”

[My god, Master Fang says it’s gamey, can people still eat that?]

[Eating pig kidneys without any seasoning, I’m gonna puke]

[Bi Fang: Don’t underestimate folks, dang it!]

[You got manners?]

Bi Fang swallowed another piece of deer meat and began to prepare the campsite, picking up a stick.

“It’s too dark; for ease of gathering materials, we can make a torch for light. This time, we don’t have gasoline, but we can use animal fat oil.”

“I need to first wrap the top of the torch with cloth, which serves a similar purpose as a wick. There’s no need for too much, just a small piece will do,”

Bi Fang cut a strip of cloth from the hem of his robe and then heated a bit of the yellow solid fat he had found on the deer by the fire, just enough to melt it slightly before dripping the oil onto the cloth strip.

“Impregnating the cloth with oil is an essential step. To make the torch burn for a long time, you must soak the cloth in fat. With the oil, the torch could burn for at least twenty minutes.”

[Why can animal fat also be ignited? I tried burning pig fat at home with a lighter when I was a kid, but it seemed like it wouldn’t catch fire?]

[Yeah, yeah, I’ve tried burning it too, but it just wouldn’t light up.]

[Awesome, if it had caught fire, there would have been trouble – the ‘Mom Will Hit Me’ series.]

“Lucky for you, it didn’t ignite,” Bi Fang said with a smile. “This is also why the torch needs to be wrapped with cloth, which is the key to it being combustible.” “It’s quite easy for many liquids to reach the ignition point locally, but in order for the whole to sustain combustion, it depends on whether the heat generated by combustion can conduct and radiate to the liquid surface and vaporize it.” “The essence of liquid combustion is actually gas combustion; only with a high enough heat flow density can it provide the heat of vaporization to undergo thermal decomposition or vaporization.”

[I know this, I learned it in college!]

[Dammit, I’m just ignorant…]

“This is quite difficult for edible oil because its ignition point is around 300 degrees Celsius, while the flame from a household lighter is only about 200 degrees. It is even more challenging to ignite locally because the surrounding unignited liquid will act as a rapid coolant.”

“So a relatively easier method would be to heat the container as a whole. The higher the temperature of the cooking oil in the container, the easier it is to ignite. Sometimes when frying food, the oil ignites on its own simply because the entire temperature of the wok is too high, which is the same reason.”

Bi Fang explained in simple terms, and his examples were ones many in the audience had witnessed firsthand. Even Etienne was listening intently.

For some reason, listening to Bi Fang explain these things was much more interesting than listening to a teacher; it didn’t feel dry at all.

“But it’s different with cloth. Fiber materials have a strong capillary action, making it easier to draw out the oil, and the energy density is higher because the entire thing is enveloped by flames.”

“In an ideal scenario, the wick is there to facilitate the burning of the oil. It should always be the oil burning, not the wick itself, which is why a torch with oil can burn for so long.”

The large amount of fat melted quickly, soaking the cloth strip in oil. Bi Fang hurriedly wrapped the oil-soaked cloth around one end of the stick, not letting the oil drip away.

After placing the completed torch on the fire pit for a brief moment, the torch started to burn on its own in less than a dozen seconds, leaving the audience stunned.

[Got schooled by Master Fang again.]

[Darn, he fooled us again!]

[This is the most knowledgeable live streamer I’ve ever seen, bar none!]

[What kind of educational background does Master Fang have? I’m completely confused. He’s a special forces member and knows so much, and he’s only in his twenties! I think people usually retire from the special forces around their thirties! It’s outrageous!]

[Hisss, is that true upstairs? Terrifying indeed.]

“Perhaps I’m just the genius from the legends,”

Bi Fang said with a slight smile, his profound skills hidden beneath a humble facade, which only piqued the audience’s interest further.

They had long suspected that Bi Fang’s background was no ordinary story, especially since the title of this live stream now featured a little red star sign, impressive yet inscrutable.

Now that someone had brought it up, everyone wanted to know, but Bi Fang just wouldn’t tell, leaving them scratching their heads in curiosity.

After making the torch, he collected materials and built a shelter, just as he had done before.

The area was surrounded by coniferous forests and, unlike last time, there were no wrecks nearby to scavenge from. They could only chop down trees to gather materials.

Bi Fang handed the torch to Etienne to hold for lighting, then zeroed in on a large tree and climbed up to begin cutting its branches.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, a fiery celebration was slowly kindling elsewhere.