Skinning is a skill.
Setting aside the matchlock gun, Chen Zhou took Robinson's small dagger, laid the wild cat's body at the tent's entrance, spread a wooden board on the ground, recalled the steps of slaughtering pigs and sheep from the elders, and chose the starting point.
"The first step, it seems, should be to bleed it.
Otherwise, when cooking, the color won't look good, and the taste will be quite fishy.
But since this guy is already dead, will it still work?"
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Zhou still gave the corpse a cut on the neck.
Robinson's portable dagger was far sharper than the iron blade, easily slicing through the still soft fur, and a warm trickle immediately flowed out.
The wooden board was stained with color, and Chen Zhou lifted the wild cat by its hind legs, letting its head hang down to drain moisture.
After all, it was a corpse, without the heart to pump, the flow of body fluids was slow and soon ceased.
