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 current Legendary-level Wilderness Hunter skills, much of it was pure instinctual feedback—he trusted what felt right, and it almost always was. For instance, the spot he was digging now: though knowledge suggested a high probability of water, there was still a significant chance of finding nothing.

Yet, guided by the instinct of a Wilderness Hunter, as if some unseen force whispered to him, this place held exactly what he needed.

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

A smile spread across Qin Yun's face. He guided the drone closer and pointed down, laughing: "Look, water's coming up."

Saying that, he kept digging hard, singing as he worked—his singing was terrible.

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

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

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

"I'm gonna puke!"

"That ditty is unbearable—Qin Ye, shut your mouth."

"666."

"What's Qin singing?"

Online viewers, domestic and international, now unanimously agreed.

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

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

After drinking, he wiped his mouth and faced the camera: "Besides avoiding threats from animals, every day I must solve my hydration and trace mineral needs—salt, vitamin C, and so on."

He shrugged: "I'm staying here twenty days. Without consistent replenishment of essentials, I won't last."

The sun grew fiercer, beads of sweat clearly visible on Qin Yun's forehead.

He waited for the pit water to settle for about fifteen minutes, then carefully scooped some—tasted it first, confirmed no issues, then filled his flask with confidence.

Even just the top layer of this pit yielded more than enough to fill a 500ml flask.

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

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.

Seeing his posture, the audience instantly grew curious.

"What's Qin Ye doing now?"

"That sneaky look? Some animal's gonna get screwed."

The viewers weren't wrong. Soon, Qin Yun appeared at the lake's shallow edge, searching.

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

He brightened, stepped forward, and spotted a nest—four eggs piled inside, each about ten centimeters across, similar to goose eggs, pale yellow-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 kept searching.

Soon, his arms were full—twelve eggs total.

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

"Everywhere across the Serengeti is danger. If I don't move step by step, stay cautious, I won't last three days. Danger is the biggest obstacle to my speed—second only to the environment."

"Daytime temperatures on the Serengeti this season hover around 36°C, peaking at 40°C. My progress is severely limited by water—my flask holds only 500ml. Distance isn't my main concern; water is."

"If I can advance twenty to thirty kilometers daily and reliably secure my external supplies, I'll be fine."

As he spoke, Qin Yun moved northeast along the lakeshore, occasionally pausing to collect suitable stones.

After walking over an hour, he gradually left Ndutu Lake behind. His vigilance visibly increased. The drone's secondary camera hovered at a safe altitude, scanning the surroundings for any threat.

As time passed, the sun climbed higher.

Wiping sweat from his brow, Qin Yun felt his head was about to steam under his hat.

"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 joking."

Qin Yun scanned the comments and smiled: "Actually, Africans are dark because of evolution—adaptation to intense equatorial UV radiation. Melanin's a great thing: it lowers risks of skin cancer, sunburn, and DNA damage. It's natural sunscreen. That's why I say African skin color comes from the sun."

"Holy shit, really?"

"Checked it—damn, it's true."

"666."

Qin Yun looked around, drank some water, and exhaled a hot breath: "It's too hot. I'm not thirsty, but I'm hungry. I need to eat first—otherwise, even if I don't get heatstroke, my stamina will drain fast."

He crouched, touched the yellow soil, and winced: "Damn, the ground's at least 40–50°C—could fry an egg."

The livestream audience jumped in surprise. Seeing Qin Yun look so calm on screen, they hadn't realized the ground temperature was this extreme.

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

"Eat eggs, eat eggs."

"Fucking Qin Ye 's eggs."

"Disgusting."

Qin Yun stared at the comments, torn between laughter and exasperation, a line of black sweat forming on his temple.

He glanced around, looking for a spot to have lunch. Too bad—endless short-grass plains, no cover.

Nearby, a few acacia trees and some acacia trees stood sparse. Among them, the acacia trees were slightly better.

He picked one for shade and began preparing a fire.

Dry grass was everywhere—perfect tinder.

"With weather like this, how do you think you'd start a fire easiest?"

Qin Yun began gathering dry grass.

"Drill wood again?"

"Rub your hands."

"Qin Ye 's gonna pull out a lighter any second."

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

Soon, Qin Yun gathered the grass, stacked rocks into a crude stove, laid the tinder underneath, then drew his knife—a Benchmade, top quality. He'd generously paid them a million dollars for it.

He smirked: "Heh, I'm gonna use the knife's reflection to start a fire. Didn't see that coming, did you?"

He gripped the handle, slightly bent the blade inward to form a shallow concave surface. Sunlight hit it, casting a bright spot. He adjusted angles until the spot couldn't shrink further, then aimed it at the grass pile.

The audience watched eagerly. In under thirty seconds, smoke rose. Qin Yun blew gently—a flame flared up.

Fire lit!

"2333, Qin Ye is awesome."

"He thinks of every trick."

"Only because it's so hot—if it weren't, he'd have to drill wood."

"Comfortable—now fry those eggs."

When the fire burned steadily, Qin Yun added a few hardwood sticks, placed a thin stone slab on top, rinsed it with water, then cracked a white pelican egg onto it.

The white and yolk hit the stone with a sizzle.

The egg visibly changed color, releasing a faint salty-fishy aroma.

"Almost done—eat up."

"Looks delicious."

"Eggs are eggs—what's the difference?"

Qin Yun flipped it: "Actually, there is. Animal diet affects egg flavor. These pelican eggs? When I cracked the shell, there was a strong fishy smell—because pelicans eat freshwater fish. Even cooked, they'll be fishy and oily."

He smiled: "But with these pelican eggs, I don't need to worry about salt—they're naturally salty and savory."

He sliced it with his knife, pried it in half, and shoved both pieces into his mouth.

As he chewed, he evaluated.

"Hmm, not bad—tastes like a salty goose egg, just a bit fishy. Still, not bad."

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