The texture and taste of the wild boar meat were, just as expected, disappointing.
Even though Xia Nan had followed the techniques he had learned from the back kitchen of the White Tit Tavern as closely as he could, carefully removing the subcutaneous fat and glands from the pork, and had also bled it to a certain extent during slaughter.
On the table before him, this large chunk of wild boar meat looked quite decent after cooking, but once it entered his mouth, it still could not satisfy Xia Nan's palate, whose standards had been raised to a considerable degree by the many delicacies and rare foods of his previous life.
The meat was tough, dry, and stringy, with very little fat. Biting into it felt like chewing tree bark; at the same time, it carried an indescribable fishy, rank, earthy stink, nowhere near as delicious as the carefully prepared dishes in the tavern.
It was only thanks to the Anvil Honey he carried with him, and the instinctive need of his professional-level body to replenish nutrients, that Xia Nan, who was rather picky about food, forced himself to endure the strange taste, dip the chunks of meat in honey, and stuff them into his mouth.
He knew his own cooking skills were average, and that out in the wilderness, he did not have the proper conditions to process wild boar meat perfectly. The result was never going to be very good.
But...
If he could really eat something better, how could he possibly choose this kind of ingredient?
Speaking of it was somewhat embarrassing. Right now, on the thirty-fifth day after setting out from River Valley Town, and twenty days after leaving Ram Horn Town.
In a certain sense, Xia Nan had truly entered a state of "wilderness survival."