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Liu Yifei knew she was in the wrong, and her face flushed red instantly.

In addition, she knew this man's ways all too well.

When he says "give me a kiss," he really means he'll stick his face to me.

She quickly changed the subject.

Pointing to the blazing fire, his big eyes were filled with exaggerated astonishment:

"Wow! The bark is peeling off way too fast!"

"When I watch those survival shows on TV, they spend ages rubbing a stick together to start a fire, sweating buckets!"

"You're making this way too easy!"

— Change the subject.

Clumsy, but effective.

Fang Yu looked at the fairy sister's obedient appearance, as if to say, "I'm seriously seeking knowledge, don't hit me."

Forget it.

Choose to forgive.

He cleared his throat and began to explain:

"That's because they don't have birch trees."

"This stuff naturally contains oil, and it's recognized as the best kindling in the old forests of Northeast China."

"Add some kindling, and it'll light instantly; it works better than newspaper or alcohol."

He kicked the remaining intact piece of bark next to him with his toe and added:

"Even if it has just rained and the bark is wet, you can still light a match by striking it close to the ground."

"In the world of wilderness survival, this is cheat-level."

Liu Yifei nodded repeatedly as she listened.

Those bright, sparkling eyes were filled with the adoring light of "My boyfriend is so amazing."

—Successfully turned the page on the embarrassing incident where he thought "he was going to feed everyone tree bark".

Just then.

In the snow-covered forest not far behind.

A series of "crunch, crunch" sounds of footsteps echoed through the snow.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

Fang Daqiang emerged from behind several old pine trees.

He was carrying a bundle of dry tree branches as thick as his arm on his shoulder, which made him lean forward by half his body.

"Dad, you're so fast!"

Fang Yu went to meet him, intending to help catch him.

Fang Daqiang's shoulder slumped, and the bundle of firewood was unloaded onto the snow with a "whoosh," kicking up a small cloud of snow mist.

"What's the rush? I just picked it up at the bottom of that slope up ahead."

Fang Daqiang patted the sawdust off his hands and exhaled a breath of white air.

"They're all old tree branches broken off by the wind, completely dry, perfect for burning."

As he spoke, he bent down and rummaged through a huge snakeskin sack on the ground.

First, he took out a roll of thick black canvas and spread it on the snow to insulate against the cold.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

Old Fang slowly pulled out a... dark, black iron pot from the deepest part of the sack.

It was an old-fashioned cast iron round-bottomed pot.

The bottom of the pot was blackened, and the rim of the pot had some dents.

It's an old object that has seen many changes and has a lot of stories.

Ju Jingyi's mouth opened into an "O" shape.

She looked at Fang Daqiang, then at the pot, and stammered, "..."

"Uncle Daqiang... why do you still carry a pot with you all the time?"

This scene is so impactful.

Imagine someone in the deep mountains, where temperatures are below -30 degrees Celsius, seeing a man in his fifties pull a large iron pot out of a burlap sack printed with the words "compound fertilizer"—

Can't you be distracted for even three to five seconds?

Fang Daqiang placed the pot on the canvas.

"when--"

A dull thud.

He looked up and glanced at Ju Jingyi.

His expression was one of utter bewilderment, as if to say, "Why are you asking such an absurd question, kid?"

"What are we going to eat for lunch if we don't bring a pot?"

Just this one sentence.

Ju Jingyi was so asked that she was completely taken aback.

Yes.

Without a pot... what are we going to eat?

It seems... there really is nothing wrong with it?

But why... does something just feel off?

The viewers in the live stream were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

[Hahaha! I declare that Dad Fang is the real god today! He brought his own giant iron pot on the mountain run!]

[I knew that bulging fertilizer bag was something else! I wouldn't be surprised if it pulled out a gas stove later, or even a microwave!]

Fang Daqiang's snakeskin sack is essentially the same thing as Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket!

After the initial shock.

Curious little Ju raised her hand again to ask a question.

"But where is the water?"

"I see that all the bottled water we brought has frozen solid. Even if we can thaw it in a pot, there won't be enough water to cook anything."

Although she still doesn't know what she's going to eat later.

But water is definitely essential.

Fang Yu took the large iron pot from his father and tossed it around in his hand.

"Teacher Xiao Ju, that's a good question!"

He snapped his fingers.

"The first step in the process of creating a wild Michelin-starred restaurant—water preparation!"

As he spoke, he picked up the pot, turned around, and walked to a clean patch of snow that hadn't been trampled on.

With the pot upside down, shovel it onto the snow and then scoop it up.

A whole pot of fluffy white snow was filled to the brim.

Bring it back and place it steadily on the fire.

The flames licked the cold bottom of the pot, making a soft sizzling sound.

The snow in the pot began to collapse and melt at a visible speed.

"Brother Yu, how much water will this pot of snow melt into?"

Ju Jingyi curiously leaned closer.

She looked at the pot full of snow and thought it must contain at least half a pot of water.

Fang Yu added more firewood to the fire without looking up.

"It's good enough if there's even a pot of broth."

"ah?!"

Not only was Ju Jingyi stunned, but Zhang Manyu next to her also raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"That's all?"

"Otherwise what?"

Fang Yu poked at the pile of firewood with a fire poker and began to casually give a brief explanation.

"Snow looks plentiful, but that's because it's all air inside; it's just fluffy."

"Once the air escapes, the ice crystals melt into water, and their volume can shrink to one-tenth of their original size, or even less."

"To boil a pot of water, you have to keep adding snow, repeating this seven or eight times."

He pointed to the endless expanse of snow beside him and grinned.

"The good news is—we have plenty of water today."

The bad news is—it's all done manually.

At this point, he changed the subject, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

They decisively began conscripting men.

"So, all you big stars!"

"If you want something hot to drink later, you'd better get moving!"

Snow removal workers needed!

"A bowl of hot noodles a day! No contract, no social insurance!"

Upon hearing this, Ju Jingyi was the first to respond.

Wearing gloves, he rushed to the side, intending to scoop up a handful of snow and throw it into the pot.

"Hey! Stop!"

Fang Yu quickly called out to her.

"Teacher Ju, you really need to be more careful!"

"You've been pounding frozen wood ear mushrooms and rubbing against wild rabbits all morning."

"These gloves are probably covered in years of dust and rabbit poop!"

"You threw that handful of snow into the pot, and all the spoils of war were boiled into a soup!"

Fang Yu sighed helplessly.

"This snowmelt is meant for emergency use in the wild. If you make it like this, our whole team might end up having diarrhea in this old forest today."

He looked around at the barren snowfield, his expression darkening.

"Let me make this clear beforehand—there are no portable, temperature-controlled public toilets in this remote mountain forest."

Ju Jingyi froze in mid-air, her face turning bright red.

"Ah... then what should we do?"