Although Sakurajima Mai was considered worldly and knowledgeable, when she looked at the bear Duanmu Huai dragged back to the cabin, she still had a baffled expression.
"Bear... can you eat it?"
"Of course you can; do you know how to clean fish?"
"I learned a bit before."
"Then take care of these fish, and I'll handle the bear."
Duanmu Huai shook a machete. In this cabin, there were also knives and small blades for chopping wood, though they weren't very clean. But boiling them with snow water for sterilization would suffice.
Besides, at this point, who needs a bicycle?
Fortunately, after dealing with the bear, Duanmu Huai directly cut its throat, draining it of all blood. Moreover, it's winter now; the temperature is low, so the bear doesn't have a heavy gamey smell. Thus, it wasn't difficult to handle. Duanmu Huai dragged the bear to the door, cleaned it up, and started skinning it—being so adept from eating wild game almost every day in the Westward Journey World.
