Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

Old Li's expression changed, and his clenched fists unconsciously loosened a little.

The others swallowed hard and quietly took a half-step back.

Su Zhenbang's name does indeed have a strong deterrent effect.

That was a true financial tycoon who could control the life and death of others.

Offending Su Qingxue might allow him to escape Jiangcheng, but offending Su Zhenbang would definitely lead to his death.

Su Qingxue took a deep breath, and some color returned to her pale face.

She took the opportunity to straighten her back and surveyed the crowd.

"You know my father's style. Rescue will come, it's just a matter of time. Now get back to your positions and conserve your energy."

The crowd fell silent; fear temporarily overwhelmed their anger, and they dared not gamble.

Just then, a burst of applause suddenly rang out from the corner of the crevice.

"Slap. Slap. Slap."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Chen Jian stood up from beside the extinguished charcoal ash and patted the dust off his hands.

He didn't look at Su Qingxue or Wang Qiang, but instead scanned the eight corpses on the ground.

"Everyone naturally trusts Elder Su's abilities."

"But distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. It will take time for Elder Su to send people to search and rescue, it will take time to determine the coordinates, and it will take even more time to break through the outer thunderstorm zone."

He raised his foot and kicked Xiao Sun's stiff calf next to him.

"Do you think we can hold out until the rescue arrives, given our current condition?"

This question hits the nail on the head.

Old Li's face turned ugly again: "Chen Jian, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, give up unrealistic fantasies and prepare to live here long-term."

"First, move these corpses out and throw them into the sea. The temperature is rising, and the rotting corpses will cause a plague, and no one will survive."

"Secondly, this crevice can only provide basic shelter from the rain, with negligible warmth. We must find a sheltered, dry place before dark."

"Third, gather supplies. Last night's storm must have washed the wreckage from the cruise ship onto the beach; that's our lifeline. Take as much fresh water, food, and medicine as you can."

"Fourth, prepare firewood. You've already seen what happened last night because there was no fire. If you want to live tonight, everyone must hand over a set amount of firewood as an admission ticket."

Clear and logical, it gets straight to the heart of survival.

Wang Lan sat in the corner, her eyes lowered, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Sure enough, as soon as Chen Jian finished speaking, everyone's expressions changed.

Old Li was the first to speak up: "Wang Lan's husband is right. Waiting idly is just waiting to die. I agree with his suggestion."

"I agree too, Brother Chen. You can arrange what to do next." The others quickly chimed in.

In just a few minutes, the power of discourse shifted substantially.

Su Qingxue stood still, her fingers clenched tightly into her palm.

She saw through Chen Jian's trick; this man was using the opportunity to sideline her.

But she couldn't argue with that, because she had no idea how to find shelter on a deserted island, let alone how to start a fire.

Wang Qiang was about to start cursing again, but Su Qingxue stopped him with a look.

"Do as Chen Jian says." Su Qingxue coldly uttered these words, then turned and leaned against the rock wall, remaining silent.

Chen Jian nodded and immediately began assigning tasks.

"Old Li, you take a few men to dispose of the bodies. Wang Qiang, you take the female colleagues to the edge of the beach to collect supplies, but be careful not to go too far. The rest of the male colleagues, come with me to scout the surrounding area and find shelter and firewood."

The crowd began to move. Although their bodies ached all over, driven by the will to survive, they dragged their exhausted bodies out of the crevice.

After the storm, the island was filled with a strong, salty smell.

Slowly, the sunlight pierced through the clouds, and the temperature began to rise rapidly.

Su Qingxue didn't move; she, along with Liu Feifei, Zhao Na, and several other women who were exhausted, stayed in the crevice to rest.

Hunger erupted without restraint at this moment.

Since the cruise ship capsized, they have eaten very little.

Last night, in order to ward off the cold, my body exhausted all its energy reserves.

"I'm so hungry..." Zhao Na clutched her stomach, her stomach churning painfully.

Liu Feifei licked her chapped lips, staring blankly at the sky outside.

Su Qingxue closed her eyes, trying to alleviate her hunger through sleep.

Just then, a very peculiar smell drifted into the crevice of the rock on the breeze.

That's not the salty smell of seawater.

It wasn't the earthy smell of vegetation either.

Rather, it has a rich, mellow aroma with the distinctive smoky, caramelized scent of oil.

That's the Maillard reaction that occurs in top-quality beef at high temperatures, creating an exquisite aroma that blends with black pepper and sea salt.

Everyone in the crevice opened their eyes at the same time.

Zhao Na's nose twitched violently, and saliva uncontrollably spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"The meat...it smells like roasted meat..." Old Li had just finished moving a corpse and walked to the cave entrance when he froze on the spot, his eyes glazed over.

Wang Qiang threw down the broken wooden board in his hand and looked up in the direction the aroma was coming from.

Everyone craned their necks and looked up at the semi-enclosed cave diagonally above.

The sunlight slanted down onto the platform in front of the cave.

Lin Fan stood there.

He was wearing a dry black windbreaker, his posture was upright, and his complexion was rosy, showing no signs of being battered or bruised from the storm.

He held a wooden stick in his hand, with a tomahawk steak, two fingers thick and bigger than his face, sticking out of it.

The steak was grilled to a crispy, golden brown, with glistening fat dripping down the meat and sizzling on the fire below, producing a burst of thick white smoke and aroma.

Song Ya stood behind Lin Fan.

She was wearing a beige turtleneck fitted wool sweater paired with black high-stretch yoga pants.

Her clothes were clean and tidy, perfectly outlining her stunning figure.

She was holding a spice bottle she'd salvaged from the wreckage of a cruise ship, and was obediently sprinkling ground black pepper onto her steak.

His movements were natural, and his expression was gentle.

The two stood together, with a warm, dry cave behind them and a sizzling, top-quality steak in front of them.

Zhao Na couldn't control her drool; it was dripping from the corner of her mouth without her even realizing it.

Old Li's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

Wang Qiang's gaze was fixed on the steak, his eyes practically leaping out to take a bite.

That's not your average barbecue.

Tomahawk steak, a top-of-the-line ingredient in the VIP cold storage of the cruise ship, costs nearly a thousand yuan per piece.

In a high-end Western restaurant in Jiangcheng, this dish paired with a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon would cost no less than three thousand yuan.

Now, Lin Fan is holding this thing in his hand, using it for outdoor barbecue.

The worst offender was Song Ya.

She stood next to Lin Fan, and after sprinkling black pepper on the steak, Lin Fan handed her another wooden stick.

It is topped with three sea fish that have been gutted and roasted to a golden brown and crispy perfection.

The fish skin burst open, revealing the snow-white and tender fish meat inside, and the speed at which the oil seeped out was visible to the naked eye.

Song Ya took a bite of the tenderest piece of meat from the fish's belly, chewed it a couple of times, and frowned slightly.

"It's a bit salty."

As these three words floated down, the eyes of several women in the crevice of the rock instantly turned red.

It's a bit salty.

It's fucking salty.

We can't even get tree bark to eat here, and you're telling me it's a little salty?

Zhao Na's nails dug into her flesh with hatred, but she forced a wide smile and shouted, "Song Ya! Sister Song Ya! Throw a fish down! We've been colleagues for a while, after all!"

Upon hearing the sound, Song Ya glanced down.

Lin Fan cut off a piece of steak and handed it to Song Ya without looking up: "Eat yours."

Song Ya obediently lowered her head and didn't look down again...