229: Cabana BBQ

After the fight, Pan Han's body warmed up a bit.

However, he still couldn't breathe or open his eyes.

But exploring through his consciousness wasn't too difficult.

He could only take a deep breath, hold it for five minutes, and then quickly organize his materials.

There was no shortage of scattered wood in the small forest; he pulled over a few pieces, laid them flat on the ground, and then found some leaves to spread between the tree roots.

This way, he wouldn't have to lie on the snow.

With a floor in place, he then broke many small trees in several batches and propped them together diagonally.

A simple triangular single-person shelter began to take shape.

Next, he dragged over a large amount of leaves and dead branches, spreading them on the roof.

Fifty minutes later, he finally stopped and crawled into the small hut.

Finally, he didn't have to be directly hit by the cold wind, and there was no wind or snow inside, so Pan Han could open his eyes.

“Ha, ha!” He took off his gloves, forcefully blew several breaths of hot air onto his frozen hands, and then quickly rubbed them together to generate warmth.

At this moment, Pan Han was extremely exhausted, not wanting to move at all, and lay there stiffly for more than ten minutes.

Just then, the wind direction changed, and wind and snow poured in through the entrance.

“Oh no, I forgot to make a door!” Pan Han was battered by the wind and had no choice but to endure the cold and exhaustion, crawl up, and make a door.

He was busy for another half an hour before he finished making a door that could be propped up.

When the wind and snow blew, he would lower the door, and when there was no wind, he would open it again.

Once the hut was completely sealed, Pan Han began to clean the Snow Leopard's carcass.

This was a good item; it absolutely couldn't be wasted.

First, he peeled off the skin, cleaned it with the snow outside, and then cut the meat into pieces, placing them outside to freeze.

By the time Pan Han finished tidying up, the entire hut was covered by accumulated snow, looking like a small mound from a distance.

However, the temperature inside the hut was rising, which was a good sign.

Pan Han took out pots, bowls, ladles, various charcoals, pellet fuel, and a wood-burning stove from his space.

He collected a basin of snow from outside and placed it on the stove to boil water.

He also took out some instant coffee, tea leaves, and two bottles of white liquor.

As the stove began to operate, the indoor temperature finally rose to 10℃ above zero.

Pan Han finally recovered, slowly took off his thermal underwear, and spread it on wooden sticks to serve as a temporary bed.

A moment later, the water boiled.

Pan Han first brewed a cup of coffee, held the cup, and drank it with great pleasure.

“Comfortable!” As the hot coffee went down, Pan Han felt as if he was floating!

He had never drunk such delicious coffee in his life!

“Hehe, I’ll just stay here until the afternoon of the fourth day, wouldn’t that be wonderful!” Pan Han drank the coffee in one gulp and then brewed another cup of tea.

The refreshing aroma of the tea greatly soothed his nerves, and Pan Han leaned against the wooden wall, lost in thought.

“I wonder how the other Trial participants are doing.” Pan Han’s thoughts began to drift far away.

At the same time, some Trial participants had already started calling for help, and people were successively pulled out of the arena.

However, many people were still persevering, among them some Trial participants from the polar regions who were not afraid of the severe cold at all, but rather thrived in it.

As the saying goes, each of the Eight Immortals crosses the sea, displaying his or her unique powers.

After drinking two hot beverages consecutively, Pan Han completely returned to normal.

He brought in a piece of Snow Leopard hind leg meat, placed it on a cutting board, and then found onions, potatoes, carrots, salt, and oil, and began to cook.

Pan Han took out a sharp small knife, cut the Snow Leopard hind leg meat into small pieces, preparing to cook a delicious stew.

He took out a pot, poured in some cooking oil, and then placed the cut Snow Leopard meat pieces into the pot, stir-frying until they were slightly browned. The meat pieces emitted an enticing aroma, which greatly increased Pan Han's appetite.

Next, he peeled and cut the onions, potatoes, and carrots into appropriately sized pieces, added them to the pot, and stir-fried for a moment to slightly soften them.

A rich aroma permeated the air, and Pan Han's mouth uncontrollably salivated!

He then added an appropriate amount of water to the pot, seasoned with an appropriate amount of salt, then covered the pot and let the ingredients simmer slowly over low heat.

The warm atmosphere and delicious food inside the hut made Pan Han feel incredibly satisfied and comfortable.

He lay on the temporary bed, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the tranquility and beauty of the moment.

Time slowly passed, and the stew in the pot gradually cooked, its aroma filling the air.

Opening the lid, a steaming hot breath wafted towards him, and his anticipation reached its peak.

He carefully scooped a spoonful of the stew into his mouth. The tender Snow Leopard meat and the delicious juices of the vegetables melted in his mouth!

“Wuwu!” Pan Han cried!

That’s right, he cried directly from craving!

This was so damn fragrant!

Blizzards raging, wind howling like ghosts! Inside the hut, it was warm as spring, and the air was filled with fragrance!

In this situation, as long as the food was hot, even if it were a pile of excrement, it could make anyone cry from craving!

Although Pan Han was the protagonist, he had an extra something, he had to cry!

He cried loudly!

“Must drink something.” Pan Han took out a bottle of white liquor from the hot water, opened it, and took a big gulp!

He felt completely clear, warm, and his stomach was extremely warm!

“Haha! This is too good! Good liquor!” He picked up the bottle and saw that it was actually Guojiao 1298!

“Damn it, no wonder! This bottle of liquor cost me over 4000 yuan!” The better the liquor, the more vigorously one should drink it. Pan Han was now a wilderness survival expert, enjoying everything before him!

Pan Han filled a bowl with Snow Leopard meat, opened his jaws wide, showed his back teeth, and began to feast!

A bite of meat, a sip of liquor, a spoonful of soup!

In less than half an hour, an entire pot of meat soup and two bottles of white liquor were completely consumed by Pan Han.

“Oh my goodness, it smells so good!” Pan Han admitted that this was the most delicious meal he had eaten in his twenty-something years of life.

“Burp!” No sooner had he finished speaking than a full burp came up, mixed with the aroma of meat and liquor.

Immediately after, he lit a cigarette, lay on the bed, crossed his legs, and rested contentedly.

Perhaps he was too tired, or perhaps he had eaten too much. Unbeknownst to him, he fell asleep.

The wood stove beside him crackled, and a smile spread across Pan Han’s face.

Just as he fell asleep, the world outside changed.

The wind and snow intensified, and the temperature dropped.

The temperature at the entrance, which was originally only -23℃, now became -30℃.

Other areas also dropped by 7℃ as usual.

As a result, another batch of Trial participants suffered frostbite and had to call for rescue.

Anyone who was carried out automatically lost 20 points for this round.

But compared to one's own life, what was 20 points?

Points could be earned back if lost, but if life was lost, everything was gone.

This was also the insidious aspect of the Twelve Palaces.

They naturally knew that some people planned to endure several days here, so they would lower the temperature periodically.

How lewd!

Pan Han knew nothing; he was surrounded by warmth and slept exceptionally soundly.

He slept for over three hours.

It was already noon by then, but he had no concept of time.

He just needed to keep an eye on the time on his wristband and get through these few days.

As for other things, he would eat when hungry and sleep when tired.

Going out was absolutely impossible!

He wouldn't go out even if he were beaten to death.