The white mist that had been obscuring the view was completely blown away by the cold wind.
A massive, intensely flavorful, reddish-brown mountain of meat was suddenly presented before the twelve workers, whose eyes were practically glowing with hunger.
The thick, amber-colored broth coats each piece of beef, which has absorbed all the oil and aroma.
It is garnished with chunks of carrots that have been stewed until they are translucent, and yellow-skinned potatoes whose edges have become sandy and melted.
The rising steam, with its deadly allure, drifted wildly in the cold wind.
Next to it was a huge stainless steel bucket filled to the brim with white rice.
(refer to)
"Dinner's ready."
Su Wei removed his hand from the edge of the iron basin and uttered only two extremely brief words.
There was no unnecessary small talk, and no introduction to the dishes.
In this wilderness, strength speaks louder than words.
The twelve burly men's rationality vanished completely at that moment.
"Thank God!"
Luke let out a roar and was the first to charge forward.
He didn't even have time to find a matching large spoon; he simply used the empty aluminum can of soybeans he had just finished eating to dig deep into the iron basin without any hesitation.
A large piece of fatty beef brisket, coated in thick sauce, was scooped up, along with half a piece of soft, overcooked potato.
He picked up the plate in his other hand, which was piled high with white rice, and poured the braised beef directly over it.
The bright red, piping hot sauce instantly seeped into the snow-white rice grains, giving the carbohydrates an extremely enticing color.
Luke didn't care about the scalding heat of the freshly cooked food, which was hot enough to burn his tongue. He haphazardly stuffed the meat and rice into his mouth with a rough fork.
The moment the jaws close, the originally tough, rubber-like inferior beef brisket, after being thoroughly ravaged by high pressure and fruit acids, has its internal fibers completely disintegrated.
Melts in your mouth!
The strong oriental spices perfectly neutralized the earthy taste of the frozen beef.
The salty and savory flavor of soy sauce, combined with the caramelized aroma of rock sugar and the richness of beef fat, creates a powerful taste sensation on the tongue.
The moment Luke swallowed the first bite, he felt his brain was buzzing.
[Ding. Simple Dietary Supplementation triggered: Thermal Energy Surge (weak)]
[Effect: Resists cold and keeps you warm for two hours.]
As the food went down, Luke felt a Warm Current of warmth and heat rise in his stomach.
This incredible heat traveled along the stomach wall and rapidly penetrated into the bloodstream throughout the body.
My frozen hands immediately warmed up, and I even felt a slight tingling sensation in my fingertips.
The slight stinging sensation in my chest caused by inhaling cold air for a long time was also swept away by this wonderful warm current.
Luke stared wide-eyed, his already azure eyes widening in surprise. After a moment of stunned silence, he squatted down in the snow, bowl in hand.
He stopped uttering any human language; only the extremely wild, rapid chewing sounds remained.
Matt, taking advantage of his size, squeezed to the side of the iron basin, holding a huge bowl bigger than his face.
This old-school tough guy, who had worked on construction sites for twenty years, was eating with an appetite no less impressive than that of a young man who had been reincarnated as a starving ghost.
He shoveled large chunks of beef into his mouth, mixed with rice soaked in broth.
The same warm current that dispelled the bitter cold appeared within his body as well.
Matt was sweating profusely as he ate, and even the -15 degree weather felt hot.
He zipped up his heavy winter coat, revealing a flannel shirt underneath, and continued adding meat to his bowl while panting heavily.
The massive iron basin base was revealed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In less than fifteen minutes, a full twenty-odd pounds of beef, along with side dishes and eight pounds of refined white rice, were served.
Even the thickest layer of braised broth at the bottom of the pot was scraped clean by these twelve strong men with rice, cleaner than if a dog had licked it clean.
Matt finally put down the large bowl in his hand, wiping away even the last trace of oil on the bowl with rice.
He let out a long, extremely satisfying burp, completely disregarding any decorum.
Hot, white breath, carrying the aroma of star anise and meat, escaped from his nostrils.
The facial muscles, which had been tense due to the polar cold and the pressure of meeting deadlines, were now completely relaxed, and the person seemed to have come back to life.
Su Wei leaned against the door frame of the wooden house, his windbreaker zipped up to the top to block the cold wind.
His fingers habitually fiddled with the metal lighter, producing a series of crisp, pleasant clicks.
Looking at the workers who hadn't wasted a single drop of broth, he mentally reviewed the spice additions he had just made.
The gamey smell and coarse fibers of the beef are completely suppressed and reshaped, and even cheap vodka has an unexpected flavor-enhancing effect.
If this method can remove the gamey smell of bear meat, and then it can be softened in a pressure cooker, a similar texture can be achieved.
This dish can be served as a side dish with rice or as a main course.
Matt carefully placed the empty bowl on the wooden shelf next to him.
He reached into his work pants pocket and pulled out a dusty tissue, vigorously wiping the sauce off his thick beard.
The old foreman turned his head again to look at Su Wei, who was leaning against the door frame, his expression still calm and composed.
His eyes were filled with admiration and respect.
Hunters are a common sight in this wilderness.
However, professional hunters as young and skilled as Su Wei are quite rare.
A hunter capable of hunting a ravenous brown bear alone in the dead of winter after a heavy snowfall.
You could call him reckless, you could call him foolish. But after he successfully hunted and brought his prey down the mountain...
You can't help but admire and praise his skill.
And Su Wei actually possesses such excellent Cooking!
Matt wasn't unfamiliar with Chinese food; when he saw the dish Su Wei brought out, Su Wei's name automatically popped into his mind.
Braised beef brisket with potatoes.
It's a classic Chinese dish; he'd also had it at a Chinese restaurant in Anchorage.
But it must be admitted that this dish, which looked like just a large pot of food that Su Wei casually made, was actually quite something.
It was the most amazing food he had ever eaten!
Especially as winter approaches, this meal is perfect for a construction site after a heavy snowfall.
It smells absolutely divine!
In Matt's mind, the top-tier private hunting club that had always been just a concept suddenly gained a tangible reality.
The Wall Street tycoons and Silicon Valley upstarts who flew their private jets to Kodiak Island to shower money on the island.
They seek the most primal thrill of hunting, the exhilaration of pulling the trigger in a blizzard.
But their delicate stomachs absolutely cannot tolerate cold canned food and dry, hard bread.
If they had been scrambling and rolling around in the snow, exhausted after a day...
To be able to return to such a warm, spring-like campsite and enjoy such a delicious hot meal that makes every pore of my body feel relaxed and refreshed...
They'll love this place like addicts and will be willing to sign checks for any amount.
Matt moved silently to a corner of a wooden wall that was sheltered from the wind.
He took off a heavy work glove and pulled out a smartphone with a slightly worn screen from the inner pocket of his body.
A rough thumb swipes to unlock the screen, opens the contacts app, and quickly scrolls down.
Finally, the cursor stopped on a name that was marked with a star:
[ Old John. - Seattle Blackstone Yacht Club ]
That was many years ago, when Matt met a chief butler by chance while he was renovating a luxury villa in Seattle.
This is also one of the very few hidden connections he has that allow him direct access to the most elite and core circles of old-money billionaires in North America.
Matt brought up the text message editing interface, his thumbs, red from the cold, rapidly tapping on the on-screen keyboard.
" Old John, you mentioned to me last time that your boss has been looking for a top-notch private hunting camp in Alaska where he can experience pure, deadly wildness without ever letting his stomach suffer."
After editing the first half of the sentence, Matt stopped what he was doing.
He raised his head, his sharp blue eyes piercing through the wind and snow, and gave a deep look at Su Wei, who was handing out cigarettes to the workers and was clearly mingling with them.
Matt took a deep breath of the cool air, still carrying the lingering aroma of meat, and felt the strange Warm Current still flowing through his body.
He lowered his head again, typed the second half of the sentence without hesitation, and pressed the send button heavily.
The screen flickered, and a new green message popped up:
"Old buddy, tell your boss I've found it. This will be his paradise."