Wei Ran was too lazy to explain too much, so he opened the wooden door with a kerosene lamp, and walked towards a pine tree not far away in the strong wind mixed with a large number of snowflakes.

Pulling open the small tent built with the remaining canvas around the pine trees, Wei Ran glanced at Gale, who had already dug the corpse of a brown bear near the door behind him, and Dorian, who was painting an enamel kettle. Seeing that they had not noticed themselves, they immediately bent down and got into the tent, and pulled out an empty oil barrel and a 20-liter oil barrel full of gasoline from the sled trailer filled with various seized items.

He waved his hand to take out the oil barrel filled with kerosene in the metal notebook. After Wei Ran filled the kerosene lamp, he poured all the rest into the empty barrel he found, and then poured the gasoline from another oil barrel into his own oil barrel and put it into the metal notebook.

The reason why it is so troublesome is that Wei Ran is worried that using gasoline directly on the kerosene lamp would cause the risk of explosion. Even if the probability is not high, since he has kerosene himself, of course there is no need to take that risk.

When he returned to the door of the shelter with a kerosene lamp and oil barrel, Dorian had already scrubbed the found enamel kettle with the snow and filled it with clean snow. Gale also cut off a large piece of brown bear's intestines with an axe.

"You really aren't going to make Lyon sausage?" Gale asked at the end.

"Of course not," Wei Ran shook his head, pointed to the intestine that the other party had just cut down and said, "I want to use the large intestine."

"Since it's not, I'll make Lyon sausage!" Gale's face was not surprised. While speaking, he also pointed to the frozen small intestine part and said, "I want to use the small intestine part and the liver, and maybe the stomach and heart."

"Since that's the case, let's compete! By the way, Bear Paw also cut one for me, asking for the forefoot."

Wei Ran was particularly confident when he said this. He had started preparing the spices specially used for braised ones since he entered the Finnish battlefield last time. So let alone the bear's intestine and bear's paw, even the insoles, he was sure to make them all the colors, fragrances and flavors.

"Then let's compete!"

While Gale spoke, he swung his axe and cut off the two bear paws that Wei Ran wanted. "I have been an apprentice with Quentin for almost four years. You can't be compared by you."

"I haven't been in the army for four years, but I'm so embarrassed to show off..." Wei Ran muttered to himself, and gave the work of dividing ingredients to Gael with peace of mind.

He lowered his head and entered the shelter. The heat wave from the pavilion made Wei Ranqing tremble, and then sweat began to appear on his forehead and back.

After scanning the enamel kettle that had been heated on the fireplace, Wei Ran first placed the oil barrel in his hand farthest from the fireplace, took off the cloak on his body, then removed the glass lampshade of the kerosene lamp and wiped it carefully, then lit it and adjusted it to the brightest level, and hung it on the wall with a nail.

"It's so good. Now there's no shortage of lighting." Kangtan looked at the kerosene lamp obsessedly, then lowered his head and continued to make bearskin wooden shoes for himself.

"And there should be something delicious today." Dorian was even happier. "I heard it just now. Victor wants to compete with Gal's cooking skills."

“It may take a long time to wait until we do it.”

Wei Ran smiled and said, "Dorian, go and brush a few cups. We can try the tea leaves later. There seems to be a lot of sugar cubes in the paper bag I just took out."

"I'll go now!"

Before Dorian finished speaking, he had already picked up a cup from a wooden table he had made not long ago and left the shelter happily.
Chapter completed!