City: I, the God of Cooking!

The blood and water flowing from the crocodile's head looked hideous and terrifying.

If anything in fantasy can be used as a metaphor, demons are the most suitable.

Mu Ranran almost lost her breath.

Meng Zhan pulled the rope and dragged a string of corpses ashore. The corpses of more than a dozen large crocodiles were lying on the shore.

The smell of blood soared into the sky.

The audience in the live broadcast room gasped. Although they already knew that Meng Zhan killed a group of crocodiles, they still felt a shocking feeling when the corpses were in front of them.

Meng Zhan knelt down and comforted him, "They're all dead, so you don't have to be afraid."

"How can you tell me not to be afraid?" Mu Ranran cried, "I was almost scared to death..."

Meng Zhan said: "Your courage needs to be trained, so get used to it slowly."

Seeing that Meng Zhan left this sentence and ignored her, Mu Ranran was so angry that no one cared about her, let alone feeling depressed.

But thinking of Meng Zhan jumping into the river, risking his life to find the supply box, and comforting her when he came back, he was a little embarrassed for a while.

"How did these crocodiles die?" Mu Ranran wiped away tears and asked.

Meng Zhan said, "I killed it."

"How is it possible?" Mu Ranran couldn't believe it.

These crocodiles looked like they could swallow an adult in one bite, but Meng Zhan solved them all by himself?
Recalling that Meng Zhan only used one knife to deal with the Snake King before, so it is no surprise to kill a group of crocodiles, right?

At this time, Mu Ranran finally understood that it was not for nothing that Meng Zhan was respected by the CEO.

Meng Zhan opened the supply box to check the tools. Several pieces of his own equipment were in it, as well as some emergency items and sleeping bags.

"Now you don't have to worry about sleeping. You can sleep if you are sleepy." Meng Zhan took out a sleeping bag and handed it to Mu Ranran.

"Do you want me to arrange your sleeping bag for you?"

Mu Ranran nodded slightly.

There are so many poisonous insects and beasts in this place, it is impossible to sleep on the ground, so she can only hang her sleeping bag on the tree.

But she can't climb trees.

Meng Zhan took two or three steps to run up, jumped into the air, turned around in the air beautifully, his feet landed on the tree trunk smoothly, and he stepped on it hard.

The branch shook twice, and Meng Zhan felt that it was strong enough to support a person's weight, so he tied the rope of the sleeping bag to it, then jumped to her side, and picked her up.

Mu Ranran let out a soft cry, and was carried to the tree trunk by Meng Zhan the next moment.

"You can do the rest yourself," Meng Zhan said.

Mu Ranran blushed and nodded slightly.

Meng Zhan jumped to the ground and started collecting matches.

Seeing that Meng Zhan didn't intend to go to bed yet, Mu Ranran was a little puzzled, but she didn't ask any further questions, but carefully hid in her sleeping bag.

Meng Zhan picked up the firewood, piled it into two fires, and lit it with a torch.

One is placed near the sleeping bag to repel wild animals and mosquitoes, and the other is piled a little farther away.

Meng Zhan saw some plants in the woods that could be used as cooking tools.

He first looked for some flexible branches and vines, and weaved them into a huge disc.

The audience in the live broadcast room didn't understand what he was going to do.

"Is this going to make a bed for yourself?"

"Hey guy, it's not enough to have a sleeping bag in the wild, but also to make a bed?"

"And it's a double bed."

"More than a double bed, this size is enough for three people!"

"Our Master Meng is going to stage a field biology teaching, right?"

After Meng Zhan finished weaving things, he found more than a dozen tree sticks, cut them into long and short ones with a knife, inserted them around the fire, and then put the woven 'bed' on it.

Then he took the crocodile carcasses to the river for disposal, crushed the plant seasoning he found with stones and applied it to the crocodiles.

He put the whole crocodile coated with sauce on the 'bed', and after arranging the shape, he found some vegetables to decorate the side, and finally covered it with leaves.Splash water on top.

Meng Zhan lit the fire.

Pfft, the raging flames erupted with blazing heat, licking the bottom of the rattan bed.

Wisps of heat come from crocodiles covered in leaves.

Soon, the steam hovered in the sky and formed a mass of thick white clouds.

At this time, everyone suddenly realized that this is not a bed, but a steamer for crocodiles!

I have seen steamed fish, but have you ever seen steamed crocodile?And still steamed a whole one!

There was a lot of exclamation in the live broadcast room.

"I'm convinced, it's the first time I've seen a steamed crocodile!"

"This method is too good!"

"Meng Dashen's ideas are always unexpected."

"It is estimated that challengers from other countries are still eating wild vegetables to catch rabbits, but Meng Dashen will directly eat steamed crocodiles here!"

"It's awesome! Strong!"

This scene upset some foreign viewers.

Naturally, they support their own challengers.

Naturally, I don't want to see the idol I support being surpassed by others.

So began a meal of cynicism.

"Is this familiar?"

"How can a crocodile be used for steaming? Does he know how to handle ingredients?"

"Looking at the tools he uses, you can tell that the things he makes must be unpalatable."

"It's such a waste of money, it's a pity for these crocodiles to die."

The Huaxia live broadcast audience was suddenly unhappy.

"Do you know what steaming is?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"And these crocodiles were killed by Meng Dashen, he can deal with them as he wants, can you control them?"

When Gist saw these comments, a sneer sneered with sarcasm.

Then he sent a post.

"The challenge is not a test of fighting ability, but cooking skills. Guys with strong limbs and a simple mind can only kill and kill. It is a dream to win the championship."

As soon as this article came out, there were thousands of comments and replies within 3 minutes.

Seeing the rising heat, Gist grinned triumphantly.

As a commentator, he naturally likes to see this happen.

He simply ignored the comments of Huaxia netizens.

In his opinion, those people's comments are barking incompetence.

Find out, this is in the wild, and it is a wild crocodile, without any pickling treatment.

How can steamed crocodile meat be delicious?
And with such a big steamer, how can you guarantee that the crocodile will be fully cooked?

So Gist concluded that Meng Zhan would fail, and all the crocodiles he hunted would be wasted.

But Meng Zhan didn't know what outsiders thought, he just concentrated on observing the fire.

In order to ensure that the crocodile meat was heated evenly, after the fire was completely boiled, he spread out the coals, and took out some coals and threw them on the leaves.

Under the leaves is the thick carapace of the crocodile, so there is no need to worry about it being burnt.

Seeing Meng Zhan spreading out the charcoal, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then clicked their tongues in amazement.

This is simply wonderful!
This not only prevents the rattan steamer from being burned, but also ensures that the crocodile meat can be heated evenly.

Under the high temperature of the charcoal, Meng Zhan soon smelled the fragrance.