Chapter 266: The First Meal in Serengeti (Part 2)

After one last look at the black rhinoceros, Qin Yun turned and left, then found another suitable spot and began digging on the spot.

With his legendary-level wilderness hunter instincts, he often relied entirely on instinctive feedback—what he felt was right almost always was. For instance, the spot he was digging now: though his knowledge suggested a high probability of water here, there was still a significant chance of finding nothing.

Yet, guided purely by the instinct of a wilderness hunter, it felt as if some unseen force told him this place held exactly what he needed.

He dug for half a meter, and the soil gradually grew damp.

A smile appeared on Qin Yun's face; he commanded the drone to fly close and pointed downward, laughing: "Look, water's coming up."

Saying that, he kept digging vigorously, and even began singing as he dug—his singing was terrible.

"Ten meters from the lake, avoid the white salt flats; dig two or three feet deep, turn rough soil into a clear pool; filter salt and alkali through sand, drink safely, la la la la…"

The livestream audience stared at him in stunned silence, then typed comments.

"Damn, that's the worst singing ever."

"I'm gonna puke!"

"This doggerel is unbearable—Qin Ye, shut your mouth."

"666."

"What's Qin singing?"

Online viewers, both domestic and international, had now reached a unanimous opinion.

Soon, gray water bubbled up from underground, filling nearly half the pit within moments.

Seeing this, he unfastened his waist water flask, unscrewed the cap, and took a large gulp.

After drinking, he wiped his mouth and faced the camera: "Along this journey, besides avoiding threats from various animals, my daily necessity is securing water and trace elements—like salt and vitamin C."

He shrugged: "I have to stay here for twenty days. Without consistent replenishment of essentials, I won't last."

At this moment, the sun grew fiercer; sweat glistened clearly on Qin Yun's forehead.

He waited about fifteen minutes for the water in the pit to settle, then carefully scooped it up—tasted it first, confirmed no issues, and then confidently filled his flask.

Even just taking the top layer of this pit's water was more than enough to fill a 500ml flask.

After refilling his flask, Qin Yun prepared to set off properly.

But before he left…

"Since I'm here, I plan to take some local specialties with me."

Saying that, he crouched low and slipped toward the northern shore of the lake.

Watching his movements, the audience instantly grew interested.

"What's Qin Ye planning to do?"

"That's so sneaky—some animal's gonna get screwed."

The netizens were right: soon, Qin Yun appeared on the lake's shallow shore, searching intently.

"See those flamingos and white pelicans? There must be nests here. Since I'm here, not taking some eggs would be a waste."

He brightened, stepped forward two paces, and spotted a nest—inside lay four eggs, each about ten centimeters across, similar in size to goose eggs, pale yellowish-brown in color.

"Qin Ye actually found them."

"666, what kind of eggs are these? So big?"

Qin Yun picked one up, hefted it, and grinned: "These are white pelican eggs—about two hundred grams each. Four of these will give me plenty of protein."

Without hesitation, he collected all four eggs and continued searching.

Soon, his arms were full—twelve eggs total.

"Friends, from Lake Ndutu to the Sanjiaozhou, it's over five hundred kilometers. Distance-wise, it's not too far, but traveling here is harder than on the Xinjiang-Tibet Highway. I can't just charge straight toward my goal—that's impossible."

"Everywhere across the Serengeti is danger. If I don't move step by step, stay cautious, I probably won't last three days. Danger is the biggest factor slowing me down—after that, the environment."

"During this season, daytime temperatures in the Serengeti hover around 36 degrees Celsius, peaking at 40. My progress is severely limited by water—my flask is only 500ml. So distance isn't my main concern; water is."

"If I can advance twenty to thirty kilometers daily and reliably secure the external supplies I need, I should be fine."

As Qin Yun spoke, he moved northeast along the lakeshore, occasionally collecting stones he deemed suitable.

After walking over an hour, he gradually left Lake Ndutu's range; his vigilance visibly increased. The drone's secondary unit hovered at a safe altitude, carefully scanning the surroundings for any possible threat.

As time passed, the sun climbed higher.

Wiping sweat from his brow, Qin Yun, wearing his hat, felt like his head was steaming.

"Guys, the sun near the equator is brutal—no wonder Africans are so dark."

"Pfft… damn, are Africans black because they get sunburned?"

"Laughing so hard—Qin Ye, stop making jokes."

Qin Yun scanned the comments and smiled: "Actually, Africans are dark because of sun exposure—evolved over time to adapt to the intense UV radiation near the equator. Melanin's a great thing—it lowers risks of skin cancer, sunburn, and DNA damage. It's natural sunscreen. That's why I say Africans are dark because they get sunburned."

"Holy shit, really?"

"Checked it—damn, it's true."

"666."

Looking around, Qin Yun took a sip of water and exhaled a hot breath: "It's too hot. I'm not that thirsty, but I'm hungry—I need to solve my stomach problem first. Otherwise, even if I don't get heatstroke, my stamina will drain rapidly."

He crouched, touched the yellow surface soil, and winced: "Damn, the ground temperature's at least forty to fifty degrees—could fry an egg."

The livestream audience jumped in surprise—they'd thought Qin Yun looked relaxed on screen, not realizing how extreme the local temperature had become.

"Qin Ye, you can fry your eggs now."

"Eat eggs, eat eggs."

"Fucking Qin Ye's eggs."

"Disgusting."

Seeing these comments, Qin Yun was torn between laughter and exasperation, his face covered in black lines.

He glanced left and right, looking for a suitable spot to have lunch—but the endless expanse of short-grass plains offered no cover.

Nearby, there were a few huanhuan trees and several myrrh trees, all sparse; among them, the myrrh trees were relatively better.

He chose one as shade, then began preparing to make a fire.

Dry grass was everywhere around here, all of it usable as kindling.

"With this weather, how do you think it would be easiest to start a fire?"

Qin Yun said, and began gathering dry grass.

"Are we drilling wood for fire again?"

"Just rub your hands."

"Soon, Brother Qin will pull out a lighter."

"Didn't Brother Qin make a fire starter before going live?"

Soon, Qin Yun gathered the dry grass, built a crude stove from rocks, and laid the kindling underneath. Then he drew a dagger from his waist. This dagger was a Benchmade, top-quality—he'd generously charged them one million U. S. dollars for it.

He smirked: "Hehe, I plan to use the dagger's reflection to start a fire. Didn't expect that, did you?"

He gripped the hilt with one hand, slightly bent the blade inward to form a shallow concave surface, then watched as sunlight landed on it and a bright spot reflected outward. He adjusted several angles until the spot could no longer shrink, then aimed it at the pile of grass.

The audience watched eagerly, and within twenty seconds, smoke began to rise; then Qin Yun blew gently, and a flame appeared.

Fire started!

"2333, Brother Qin is awesome."

"He really thinks of every possible method."

"It's just that the temperature was high enough—if not, Brother Qin would've had to drill wood for fire."

"Comfortable—hurry up and fry the eggs."

When the fire burned steadily, Qin Yun added several pieces of hard wood, placed a thin stone slab on top, rinsed it lightly with clean water, then cracked a white pelican egg directly onto it.

The egg white and yolk landed on the stone with a sizzling sound.

The bird egg visibly changed color, and a faint salty-fishy odor filled the air.

"Almost done—eat quickly."

"Looks delicious."

"Eggs are eggs—what difference could there be?"

Qin Yun flipped it over and said: "Actually not. Because of what animals eat, eggs taste completely different. For example, this white pelican egg—when the shell cracked, there was a clear fishy smell. Since white pelicans primarily eat freshwater fish, even when cooked, this egg will be strongly fishy and oily."

He smiled: "But with this white pelican egg, I don't need to worry about getting salt—it's naturally salty and savory."

After saying that, he cut it once with his dagger, then stabbed it to split it in half, picked it up directly, and stuffed it into his mouth.

As he chewed, he evaluated it.

"Hmm, taste is decent—somewhat like a salted goose egg, but a bit fishy. Still, not bad."

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