Chapter 485 Uninvited Guest

The eighth night.

The flickering campfire illuminated Bi Fang's profile.

In a pit next to him, lay the fur of two peeled squirrels.

As for the meat...

Bi Fang flipped the two spit rods in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, both squirrels plump and sizzling with fat, which he had to keep flipping to prevent the grease from dripping.

Animal fat is good stuff, not a drop to be wasted.

The squirrels were roasted until crispy on the outside and tender inside, but were not yet cooked through. Beside them was a string of various roasted insects, and before that, there was an essential step.

Bi Fang picked up a bamboo tube next to him and carefully moved it off the campfire.

The bamboo tube was split in half, filled with water, which was now bubbling merrily, and in the middle of the boiling water, a pale yellow crystalline structure stood like a "small mountain."

This was a "salt mountain."