A Wilderness Supplement! The Value of Catching Sea Cucumbers Barehanded!

As the sun gradually set, it dyed the vast sea surface a brilliant orange-red.

The surging seawater began to recede slowly, revealing large areas of wet sand and rugged reefs.

The temperature on the deserted island finally dropped a few degrees, but for the guests who had been starving all day, the real test had just begun.

Zhao Kuo walked unsteadily on the beach, feeling waves of darkness washing over him.

His stomach felt like it was on fire, and hunger was gnawing away at his pride and reason.

He threw away the tattered folding knife that had left his hands covered in blood, and squatted unkemptly in the mud and sand, rummaging through the stones like a scavenger.

A grayish-brown sand crab, no bigger than a fingernail, frantically crawled out of the crevice in the rock.

Zhao Kuo's eyes lit up, and he pounced on the sand like a hungry wolf, pressing his hands tightly against the ground.

When he opened his palm with anticipation and saw the tiny crab in his hand that wasn't even big enough to fill a tooth gap, his expression completely twisted.

What is this?

Chewing the shell completely and swallowing it would probably burn more calories than the little thing provides!

Not far away, Lin Chacha leaned weakly against a tree trunk on a haystack.

Her exquisite makeup was already a mess of sweat, and her stomach was growling uncontrollably.

"Young master... I'm so hungry, is this all we're having for dinner?" Lin Chacha's voice was trembling with tears.

Zhao Kuo grabbed a handful of his salt-covered hair in frustration, completely lacking the energy to maintain his warm and gentlemanly persona.

He stared intently at the sea, with only one thought in his mind: This damned deserted island is hell!

However, on the other side of the coastline, less than two kilometers away from them.

The art style is completely different.

Lin Mo carried the bamboo basket he had just woven that afternoon on one shoulder, his feet treading on the rough gravel, his steps steady and leisurely.

He ignored the shallows that offered no nutritional value and headed straight for the deep, rocky area with its fast-flowing currents and complex terrain.

Jiang Ruoyun followed obediently behind him, her fair little hand gently pinching the corner of his camouflage uniform.

Since they ate some wild fruit that Lin Mo had picked on the way in the morning, the two of them still had some energy.

She followed in his footsteps, her steps uneven, yet she felt exceptionally at ease.

It's like a beautiful and clingy little pendant.

Lin Mo stopped and looked back at the girl behind him.

The sea breeze made her long hair a little messy, and her originally fair and rosy cheeks looked somewhat pale from a day's travels.

Those large eyes, which always exuded a cool and noble aura, were now gazing at him expectantly.

Lin Mo's heart, which had always been calm and undisturbed, softened uncontrollably.

He sighed inwardly.

In this desolate wilderness, I can't really let her suffer with me.

She's always been a picky eater, and she looks rather thin. If she loses another two pounds, her doting father-in-law in Beijing might really send a helicopter to bomb the island.

Moreover, in Lin Mo's dictionary, there was never an option to let his woman go hungry.

Since God has placed her in his life, even if the sky were to fall, he would first have to provide her with something nutritious to nourish her.

"Stand on this dry rock and don't wander off."

Lin Mo pointed to a flat, giant reef, his tone carrying an undeniable air of dominance.

"The moss on the rocks is slippery. If you fall and scrape your face, I won't have any medicine to treat you."

Jiang Ruoyun obediently sat down, hugged her knees, and asked expectantly, "Are we going to catch little crabs too?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo let out a soft scoff, a hint of undisguised disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Why bother grabbing that thing? It's a complete waste of energy."

He casually picked up a handy thick bamboo stick from the ground and twirled it neatly in the sea breeze.

"Sit still, and I'll show you a magic trick."

Lin Mo rolled up his trousers and stepped into the icy, knee-deep seawater without hesitation.

The hidden drone that was filming immediately increased its altitude and pointed its lens at the man who always complained about wanting to get off work.

The millions of viewers in the live stream were initially laughing at Zhao Kuo's misfortune.

The scene suddenly shifted, and everyone held their breath.

Lin Mo stood in the turbulent undercurrent, his back straight as a pine tree.

His deep eyes instantly shed all their laziness and nonchalance, becoming sharp as an eagle's.

To the average person, this body of water is murky and murky, with nothing visible except for swaying seaweed and grayish rocks.

But in Lin Mo's eyes, who has experience as a chef for two generations of state banquets and is well-versed in the characteristics of ingredients, this place is simply a natural open-air high-end seafood market.

He strode through the water, thrusting the bamboo stick in his hand into the dark crevice between the two giant reefs.

With a flick of the wrist, a fist-sized, deep purple sea urchin covered in sharp spines was flung directly out of the water.

Lin Mo reacted quickly, catching it steadily with his free hand and casually tossing it into the bamboo basket behind him.

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, without any unnecessary pauses.

He continued forward, his gaze settling on a vast expanse of dense seaweed, perfectly concealed.

The waves here crash exceptionally hard.

Lin Mo suddenly bent down and plunged half of his body into the icy seawater.

His hand darted into the depths of the slippery seaweed with lightning speed, his fingertips precisely gripping a soft yet exceptionally tough object.

With a sudden burst of strength.

"Splash!"

Amidst the splashing water, he forcefully ripped a wild black sea cucumber, as long as an adult's forearm, with a shiny black body and covered in fleshy spines, off the rock wall!

This thing has amazing adhesion; it will stick tightly to rocks when it encounters danger.

But Lin Mo's technique was so skillful that it directly cut off its point of force.

Jiang Ruoyun sat on the shore, her eyes wide with amazement, and couldn't help but let out a gasp.

"Wow, it's huge! What is that?"

"Top-grade protein," Lin Mo replied without turning his head.

He did the same thing and, in just over ten minutes, he pulled out four equally plump wild sea cucumbers by hand from different hidden corners.

Then, he walked to a reef with a gentle current.

He drew the machete from his waist, reversed the blade, and forcefully struck the densely packed protrusions on the rock wall.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

With a crisp knocking sound, five or six palm-sized, rough-shelled wild oysters fell off.

He bent down and picked them up, filling half the bamboo basket.

This incredible beachcombing maneuver, which can be described as a game-changer, completely blew up the chat room with its sheer awe.

Holy crap! He actually caught a wild sea cucumber with his bare hands?!

[I grew up by the sea, and these black sea cucumbers are the best at camouflage in the world! Does Lin Shen have radar in his eyes?!]

[Zhao Kuo is digging for tiny crabs the size of a fingernail over there, while Lin Shen is buying seafood gift packages here?!]

[Is this supposed to be survival in the wild? This is clearly a max-level pro player going back to the starting village to wreck the fish ponds!]

[What happened to the loser/good-for-nothing persona?! The way he caught the sea cucumber just now was so cool it made my legs go weak!]

Lin Mo returned to the shore, laden with his catch.

He found a sheltered spot on the beach and quickly whittled several sharp bamboo skewers with his machete.

There were no modern ignition tools available.

Lin Mo found a dry wooden board and a hard drill, and began to rub them together rapidly with his hands.

With the speed of a 20-year-old single man, a wisp of smoke rose in just two minutes. He brought the dry moss he had used to start the fire closer, blew on it gently, and a bright campfire instantly ignited on the beach.

The flickering firelight made Jiang Ruoyun's surprised face flush red.

Lin Mo may not have pots and pans, but she has a cooking instinct ingrained in her bones.

He used bamboo skewers to pierce the prepared sea cucumbers from head to tail and placed them steadily on the stones on either side of the campfire.

He placed the oysters, shell and all, directly into the charcoal fire at the edge of the fire.

To enhance the flavor, he even used local ingredients, finding a few fragrant wild lemon leaves, crushing them, and sprinkling them on the seafood.

There were no high-end seasonings, and no elaborate plating.

Only the most primal flames and the finest ingredients create a wondrous chemical reaction.

At this time.

In that landmark office building that pierces the clouds in the far reaches of Beijing.

The door to the chairman's office of the Jiang Group was tightly closed.

Behind a large, luxurious mahogany desk, Jiang Jianguo, the richest man in Beijing's economic circle, sat upright.

He had a multi-billion dollar merger and acquisition contract in front of him, but his eyes were fixed on the tablet computer hidden behind a pile of documents.

On the screen was a live stream of Lin Mo grilling seafood over a fire on the beach.

"Gurgle..."

A deafening roar, like muffled thunder, suddenly rang out in the quiet, spacious office.

Jiang Jianguo blushed and subconsciously touched his slightly protruding belly.

He's been in meetings all day and hasn't even had dinner yet.

The secretary outside the door had just delivered a Wellington steak ordered from a Michelin three-star restaurant, but it was now sitting unappealing on the coffee table.

As Jiang Jianguo stared at the several plump, oily wild sea cucumbers on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

He swallowed hard, feeling his mouth gushing with saliva.

As a business tycoon and Jiang Ruoyun's biological father, how could he show weakness in front of this poor boy?

"Hmph! Just trying to attract attention!"

Jiang Jianguo slapped his thigh and pointed at the screen on the tablet, starting his father-in-law's daily nitpicking mode.

"It's dark and looks like a shoe sole!"

He stubbornly scoffed, "Not even a drop of soy sauce, not even salt! Just dry-roasting it like that?"

"It must taste awful! It has a fishy smell! My precious daughter usually complains that even bird's nest has no flavor, how could she possibly eat this garbage?!"

"Butler, bring me a serving of top-quality sea cucumber! It has to be better than this kid's."

housekeeper:"......"

Just as Jiang Jianguo was typing away at the screen.

The sea breeze on the deserted island seemed to penetrate the screen, carrying that deadly fragrance to everyone's nose.

As the temperature of the charcoal fire continued to rise, the moisture on the surface of the sea cucumber was quickly dried.

The originally black surface began to show a slightly tempting golden-yellow crust.

Most incredibly, under Lin Mo's abnormally precise control of the heat...

The rich oil contained inside the sea cucumber was finally forced out completely.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

And then add the young lady's "secret recipe hypoglycemic medicine".

Drops of glistening, slightly yellowish oil slid down the plump fleshy spines.

When the grease drips onto the glowing red-hot charcoal, it instantly releases a rich, smoky aroma that sends shivers down your spine.

That's the pure, savory flavor of the ocean, combined with the heat of charcoal, creating the most primal and powerful Maillard reaction.

Jiang Ruoyun, who had been maintaining a haughty demeanor, had now completely fallen for him.

She squatted by the campfire, her hands supporting her chin, her big eyes fixed on the sea cucumber on the skewer, swallowing repeatedly.

That longing, hungry look made the hearts of tens of millions of viewers in the live stream race.