Chapter 1355 I think it may be more than just a bird's problem
Drinking and fishing, and the most handsome one among the best few cooks after the catastrophe served the fish, grilling, blowing the cold sea breeze, watching the icebergs float and sink, and the huge alienated warship fins and fish leaping
Going out to the sea to hunt seabirds, an unknown seabird with a wingspan of more than five meters and sharp teeth and claws was instantly cut apart in the air by the mouth of the alienated warship fin fish. The sound of bones breaking sharply and the life and death were crushed out of the bird's mouth.
A hoarse cry of air reached my ears at the same time, and the bird's red blood spread on the sea surface with the color and texture of an oil painting...
Leng Han felt that all this could not be more heartwarming.
emmm...
It can be seen from this that Leng Zhongjie's definition of the word "warmth" is different from that of ordinary people like us, and her requirements are obviously a little lower than ordinary people.
The warship-finned fish is hunting seabirds, and seabirds are also attacking the warship-finned fish in groups.
Except for splashes, waves and abundance, they had no communication with each other or even with their own kind. After losing hundreds of seabirds, a warship-fin fish finally turned its belly on the sea.
The warship-finned fish has a standard fusiform body, with a body length exceeding 10 meters and a weight that can basically reach 5 to 6 tons.
To put it simply: put one aside and the whole family will be happy!
The feast at sea has begun. Thousands of seabirds tear out pieces of indigo-blue meat from the fin fish. From a distance, you can see the rich oil flowers between the textures.
Leng Han couldn't help but licked his lips,
“Beautiful texture.”
Lin Chou knocked Leng Han's shoulder with her elbow.
"The meat of that bird should be very fragrant."
Then...
Boom!
A colorless and odorless air explosive bomb, rubbed by the warlock himself, with an equivalent equivalent to half a tael of source crystal bullets.
A dozen partying seabirds exploded in mid-air like fireworks. To be precise, their crops exploded first, and then every feather on their bodies shot out in all directions.
"Oh," Sikong snapped his fingers, "This is a nice move."
The warlock nodded very reservedly, stretched out his hand and pulled a dozen "white-striped birds" over from the air.
The bird's body was very clean. Not only were the bird's feathers gone, there was not even a speck of body fluids, semi-digestibles or blood on it.
Lin Chou stretched out his hand to take one. The seabird was unexpectedly heavy, and the chair beneath him made a hard creaking sound.
"So heavy? How can it fly..."
As we all know, generally speaking, birds will try to reduce their own weight in order to fly. Many birds have a hollow skeleton structure. If weight reduction is not enough, they will usually use evolutionary methods such as expanding their wingspan.
, but the weight of this seabird is obviously not normal enough for its body size.
"It feels like eighty or ninety pounds."
"You don't care how much it weighs," Sikong held a small knife, "Go, go, let's go and watch your uncle Sikong show off his superb knife skills and cooking skills. I declare, I will roast this bird!"
Warlock:?
Lin Chou:?
Leng Han:?
Did this guy take the wrong medicine today...
The meat of seabirds is very textured and firm, and will twitch like freshly slaughtered beef.
And it didn't smell like any strange smell. Instead, it had a very refreshing, salty feeling like mineral-like sea water. This gave Sikong a lot of courage - this kind of thing will not taste bad no matter how you cook it.
Isn't it?
Sikong got a lot of onions, ginger, peppers and thyme, soaked a lot of dry and wet seasonings in apple-flavored green sparkling wine and pounded them into a puree.
"More virgin olive oil, mountain pepper leaves, castor oil and germanium leaves. Look, the Sikong family's exclusive secret recipe, young perilla flowers... um... I need some sour cream too.
..Then...then...what is Linzi doing?"
Lin Chou's mouth twitched,
"Dry green pepper noodles, be careful. The green peppers I brought here are very spicy and cannot be touched directly with your hands."
"Oh...the color of this chili pepper doesn't match the style of someone in our company. I never forgive others. Please change it to red!"
Everyone: "..."
Sikong was busy working there, as if he couldn't stop his mouth, while Lin Chou and others looked at each other in confusion.
"I took the wrong medicine. I definitely took the wrong medicine." The warlock vowed.
Lin Chou tugged on his collar, feeling a little hot, and said speechlessly,
"This kid..."
Leng Han only cares about one issue,
"I think he put a lot of weird things in there, can I still eat it..."
Lin Chou gave a preliminary evaluation in a professional manner,
"At least it's not poisonous, uh, right?"
"You can say this kind of thing. How professional are you..."
"Then what do you want me to say..."
The warlock uncle thought for a moment, "What the hell, he's too arbitrary. I'm afraid this guy can't even recognize the seasonings. Will my running away at this time hurt some people's fragile self-esteem?"
"You're not even carbon-based. Will it hurt your tongue if you eat it?"
"By the way, how did he get this sudden enthusiasm? Could it be that he was infected by your kid?"
"..."
It was so outrageous that Sikong made himself covered in sweat, but his enthusiasm did not diminish at all as he continued to chant,
"First cook it slowly at low temperature, then fry it. Where is the rosemary I just got? Speaking of Linzi, is this pot of rosemary?"
In the end, a huge unknown seabird appeared in front of a few people and looked pretty good.
There was a whole big roasted red apple stuffed in his mouth, covered in golden red oil, surrounded by fruits, vegetables and a hill of lamb ribs with hand-caught rice.
It was completely dark, and a very subtle and hard-to-describe aroma was slowly wafting around.
Lin Chou, Leng Han, and Warlock exchanged words in low voices:
"Why do I feel the taste is a bit strange?"
"It's more than weird, I can't even tell what he put in it..."
"Can you eat it?"
"I don't think I can..."
"What is that white thing inside the chicken's belly?"
"It looks like frozen sour cream..."
"What the hell is sour cream? Is that a taste acceptable to normal people?"
"..."
Sikong: "What are you guys talking about there? Come on, let's share the meat!"
Evolvers' energy consumption and digestion capabilities are among the best. It's not difficult for a few people to eat here all day long without doing anything.
But at this time...
None of the three people gave any face, and took a step back neatly - including Leng Han.
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
"What do you mean?"
“What do you mean??”
Si? The Buddha in the Ten Thousand Family? The new cook? The master of distributing wealth? No one can refuse to give him empty face, no one.
The four of them adopted the mentality of living and dying together, and each held a piece of golden and oily bird meat. The skin part was crispy, the fat part was orange, and the meat part was deep red...
First, slow-cook it at 53°C for two hours, then fry it in a large pot, steam it, and bake it again. The appearance of the bird meat will not be bad at all.
But what a weird scent!
No, this thing doesn't seem to be completely called a fragrance...
Lin Chou started to sweat,
"Something's wrong with me. I'm running a fever and I'm feeling flustered."
Leng Han: "I seem to..."
Warlock: "Uh...I..."
Okay, Warlock's mentality is a bit broken, but he is indeed not carbon-based, and he definitely doesn't have the above performance.
Sikong roared,
"Stop talking nonsense and let's eat!"
Well, it's not poisonous anyway.
Lin Chou silently chewed the meat in his mouth, and as he chewed, the expression on his face began to stiffen.
The following is the eye contact between the three people:
☆(－ｏ⌒)
─━_─━?
[?ヘ??]
(⊙x⊙;)
⊙▃⊙
ヾ(??﹏?)??
"Ugh...yue..."
It was actually Sikong who was the first to spit out the contents of his mouth.
"Let me tell you, there is definitely something wrong with this broken bird. It tastes so bad! Ugh..."
The warlock uncle said weakly,
"I think it may not just be a bird problem..."
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The world is difficult, I had a tooth pulled and I had to eat porridge for three days.