The polar night on the Tundra was cold and silent.

The sky was a deep, inky blue, and the stars glittered like brilliant jewels.

The camp was brightly lit. People gathered around a blazing bonfire, dancing to the music, drinking ice-cold beverages, and shouting encouragement for both sides of the competition from time to time.

With the two chefs, Jenny and Trish, helping her, Erica didn’t need to lift a finger. She just stood to the side, taking all sorts of selfies with her phone.

As for the other side of the competition, Feng Shan, Yves, and Nash were simply cutting the muskox and reindeer meat into small pieces and threading them onto iron skewers.

"Brother Feng, I’m here to help!" Feng Jun came running over, proactively put on a pair of PVC gloves, and started skewering meat.

"What are you doing over here? Careful, Erica might make things difficult for you!" Feng Shan asked, rolling his eyes.

"Heh, she told me to come over and cause trouble," Feng Jun said with a dismissive pout. "They’re cheating over there, using pre-marinated venison, and she told me not to tell you."

Feng Shan chuckled lightly. He couldn’t care less about some competition.

Winning or losing didn’t matter, as long as everyone was having fun.

Skewering meat nearby, Sun Jia suddenly remembered something. "Brother Feng, Lao Kai couldn’t reach you this afternoon when he called, so he called me instead. He said the tour group is confirmed for a flight next Monday."

"How many people? Did you tell Brother Kai that it’s the polar night now? It’s dark all day long," Feng Shan said, putting down a skewer.

Sun Jia smiled. "Over 50 people. Lao Kai said it’s fine. They were told when they booked the tour. This group of tourists specifically wants something different."

’Over 50 people.’

Food wouldn’t be an issue; the camp had stored plenty of supplies recently, and there were fresh vegetables in the garden.

The only problem was that there probably weren’t enough log cabins for accommodation.

It was too late to have Jennifer send a new batch now.

But it was okay if there weren’t enough cabins. They could stay in tents. Wasn’t coming to Alaska’s Far North Tundra all about experiencing a different way of life?

Staying in a tent would be more interesting than a cabin anyway. You could lie down and see the aurora filling the entire sky.

The Tundra area around the camp was huge, with beautiful scenery everywhere.

Thinking of this, Feng Shan wiped his hands on his animal hide coat and pulled out his phone.

He called the designated supplier for the Crown Territory.

Tom, who was in the middle of arranging for fruit trees to be loaded onto a truck, answered the call and learned that Feng Shan wanted to order another batch of high-end outdoor tents.

This kind of purchase request was much easier to handle than buying fruit trees. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Tom agreed immediately, saying he would arrange for someone to deliver the tents to the Crown Territory within the next couple of days.

After hanging up, Feng Shan returned to the competition area.

By now, the aroma of grilled meat was already wafting from the barbecue grill on the other side.

The rich scent spread through the air, tempting everyone’s taste buds.

"Bro, we’ve skewered most of it. Let’s start grilling!" Feng Jun said, looking at the huge pile of prepared skewers in front of them.

"Alright."

Feng Shan took a look, then used a pair of tongs to spread the red-hot charcoal evenly in the grill trough.

The glowing red coals radiated an intense heat, as if preheating for the barbecue feast to come.

Next, Feng Shan picked up a large handful of venison skewers. There were over a hundred of them, and they looked like a blooming bouquet in his hand.

"Brother Feng, maybe you should grill fewer at a time. Or I can do it," Sun Jia said, worried about Feng Shan’s grilling skills.

Don’t be fooled into thinking grilling skewers over an open flame is simple. Grilling is easy, but controlling the heat is difficult. One moment of carelessness and the meat would be overcooked. Grilling over a hundred skewers at once was something only a true master would dare to attempt.

Feng Shan casually placed the hundred-plus skewers on the grill, holding them all in one hand.

"It’s fine. Grilling more means more to enjoy. You guys just keep skewering."

The moment the venison skewers touched the charcoal, they began to sizzle. The sound was like a cheerful melody that lifted one’s spirits.

Feng Shan didn’t stay idle. Holding the large bundle of skewers in one hand, he rotated his arm from the shoulder, causing the skewers to roll back and forth in his grasp like a wave.

It was as if the skewers had come to life in Feng Shan’s hand, dancing joyfully with his movements.

His movements were skilled and silky smooth, like an incredible performance.

Each flip ensured the venison skewers cooked evenly, guaranteeing that every single one would be grilled to its most delicious state.

"Damn, Brother Feng, that technique is freaking awesome!" Feng Jun, who had been a little worried, was completely dumbfounded.

"Totally awesome!" Sun Jia agreed, giving a thumbs-up.

You couldn’t pull off a technique like that without at least ten years of grilling experience.

The spectators originally gathered around Erica heard Feng Jun’s shout and all turned their heads.

When they saw the huge bundle of skewers in the boss’s hand dancing up and down on the grill, their jaws dropped in shock.

’Magical Chinese barbecue.’

And so, the crowd flocked over to Feng Shan’s side, pulling out their phones to take pictures.

"Hmph, what’s the big deal! Just because it looks good doesn’t mean it’ll taste good," Erica huffed, stomping her foot in frustration.

Grilling meat over an open flame doesn’t take very long, and the venison was fresh.

Partway through, Feng Shan brushed a layer of three-oil blend onto the skewers.

The addition of the three-oil blend added a unique flavor to the venison.

The animal fats mixed with the venison, creating a pure and rich, unadulterated meaty aroma.

Next up was the salt-sprinkling stage.

Feng Shan suddenly remembered seeing a foreigner on TV with a unique way of sprinkling salt from his arm. He’d heard the guy was called "Salt Bae" or something, and that he was pretty famous in the United States.

So, Feng Shan also grabbed a pinch of fine salt and, mimicking the "Salt Bae" move, bent his arm and flamboyantly sprinkled the salt down his forearm.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s so cool!"

"Boss, you’re so manly! I love it!"

"The boss is so handsome!"

The audience was mostly female, so Feng Shan’s show-off move naturally elicited countless cheers and screams.