When the boiling oil is boiling, it is poured on the fat and thin fish heads.
After a while, white smoke rises, and the hot oil stimulates the aroma of shredded ginger, chopped pepper and bean paste.
The whole yard was filled with that alluring smell.
“Chopped pepper fish head!”
Mr. Chen presented the fish head in front of Ding Xiaoyi, and his eyes widened when he saw the fragrant green rhinoceros fish.
Tell yourself what it means to die with your eyes in peace.
It's a pity that Ding Xiaoyi couldn't care less about this. He immediately waved his chopsticks and took a mouthful of fish meat. It was fresh and tender, as smooth as a girl's skin.
The right spiciness and salty taste of black bean add a lot of deliciousness to the fish.
If it can be paired with a bowl of white rice at this time, it will undoubtedly be a feast for singles.
As for Chen Lao, he just tasted the taste and stopped eating it.
Now that he is a spirit body, eating is no longer important. Even if he does not eat or drink, he will not feel hungry at all as long as he is in the underworld.
So after cooking the last dish for Ding Xiaoyi, chopping the fish head with pepper, he sat aside and started reading the "Complete Collection of Ancient and Modern Poems" with his hands in his arms.
Like the previous two dishes, braised fish fillet and steamed ginger fish, Ding Xiaoyi had almost finished eating, so he separated a little of the fish meat, and gave the rest to the big head and meat balls.
I won’t go into detail, but Harazi has never stopped since Mr. Chen started cooking.
As for Meatball, this guy who loves eating sweets actively wanted to taste fish for the first time.
Two fish heads, one for each, and they were all eaten in the blink of an eye, making me want to lick the whole plate.
After Ding Xiaoyi had eaten and drank enough, he stood up and stretched.
He has one more important thing to do today.
He walked towards the bucket and saw that the tortoise shells and Xuantong nails in the bucket had been soaked for a long time.
After taking it out, I gently rubbed the tortoise shell with my fingers and found that the tortoise shell was still hard, but it was much softer than before.
If the tortoise shell before was a bone comparable to King Kong, now, this bone has become a brittle bone.
"finally!"
Looking at the softened tortoise shell, I let out a long sigh of relief.
Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally want to bring out the beads I have been thinking about so much.
"Butou, work!"
Calling the boss to take out the machine and connect it to the power source, Ding Xiaoyi carefully drew lines on the tortoise shell. This side of the tortoise shell was enough for eighteen beads on his car, which happened to be an auspicious number.
Turning on the engine, along with the buzzing sound of the turning tool, Ding Xiaoyi focused his attention on the turning tool.
Pushing the machine with both hands, he carefully sent the Xuantong turtle shell up.
"Buzz...sizz..."
There was a harsh buzzing sound, and wet powder splashed out from the tortoise shell.
The turning tool moves quickly along the ruler line that Ding Xiaoyi carefully planned.
Inside the brown tortoise shell, there is deep blue like a gem.
Soon a blue bead with brown turtle skin gradually began to appear on the lathe.
"Plop!"
When the first bead rolled into the basin, Ding Xiaoyi immediately took it out and took a closer look. Although it was still a little rough, the crystal beauty had deeply attracted his eyes.
The most important thing is that when I put the beads on my hands, I even feel like I am connected with the same spirit.
This may be because he absorbed the essence of Xuantong Beast.
This actually made him look forward to whether the Xantong Beast's nails could become a convenient weapon for him after modification.
"Buzz...sizz..."
The harsh buzzing sound finally made Old Chen unable to sit still. When he came over to take a look, he saw fluorescent beads soaking in the basin.
After carefully taking out one, Old Chen's eyes widened. As a spirit body, he could clearly feel that these beads contained pure power.
"This...sss!! Xiao Yi, do you use this thing to drive beads??"
Old man Chen looked cruel, but Ding Xiaoyi didn't care. He had been thinking about it for a long time and finally won't let it go.
He smiled casually and said: "It was originally as big as a door panel, but this is the only piece left, specially reserved for car beads."
“As big as a door panel??”
"Yes, um...it's a little bigger than the door panel."
Old Man Chen felt dizzy and quickly asked: "Where are those things?"
"Oh, they're all absorbed by me."
After hearing Ding Xiaoyi's words, Old Man Chen was silent for a long time.
Suddenly I felt that this guy was definitely not lying to himself when he said he wanted to reveal the essence of psychic energy.
If the material he said was as big as a door panel was handed over to the union, I wonder if those old men in the union would lose their jobs.
After thinking for a long time, Mr. Chen sighed in his heart: "You are so rich!"
When the last bead fell into the basin, Ding Xiaoyi did not stop, but immediately took the nail on the side.
Xuantong Beast's nails are as black as ink, more than one meter long, and have a curved arc.
It doesn't look impressive at first glance, but while absorbing the essence of Xuantongmon, it also carries some of Xuantongmon's memories before its death.
It is very clear how sharp these seemingly inconspicuous nails are.
“You want to car beads for this too!!”
Old Chen's eyes widened and he quickly called Ding Xiaoyi to stop.
"No, I plan to make two handy weapons!"
When he heard that Ding Xiaoyi was finally arming himself instead of car beads, Mr. Chen's face suddenly showed joy. He took the pair of nails over, carefully observed them, and lightly touched them with his fingers.
There was no movement, but a long and slender cut was made on Mr. Chen's finger.
"nice one!"
When Old Man Chen saw this, his eyes flashed, and he quickly used his spiritual energy to draw lines on them, outlining the outlines of two daggers for Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi took it and took a look. The two daggers were different. One was slender and sharp, with only the lower part of the fingernail, more like a dagger.
The other one is slightly shorter and is where the tip of the nail is taken.
"You have two nails like this, but polishing both of them is a bit of a waste. A long dagger and a short dagger are more suitable for you. Long attack and short defense are more suitable for fighting!"
Mr. Chen's advice was very helpful to me. At this time, he looked at the other nail and asked, "What about this one?"
"Hey, you don't need to polish this one. Just use the base as a handle. Don't you think this will make an extremely sharp knife?"
When the word "big sword" was mentioned, Mr. Chen's eyes suddenly shone brightly, as if he was born with a unique affection for swords.
Unfortunately, he is already dead. According to the union's usual practice, the Blood Prison will be placed in the spirit box.
Unless one day, someone can win the recognition of Blood Prison and have certain background support in the union.
Otherwise, the union will not easily release this sword that may advance to disaster level at any time.
Speaking of which, I feel a little sorry for my old brother.
But doing so is undoubtedly the best choice.
He can only wait for the day when the destined person appears and can help him embark on a new subversive journey.
"good!"
Ding Xiaoyi readily accepted Mr. Chen's advice and began to process the two nails.
The two daggers took a little effort. Although they were softened by the water soaked in [Thousand Fireflies], they still broke three turning tools before roughly grinding the two daggers into shape.
As for the big knife, it's much simpler.
It didn't take long to polish the position of the tool handle, and then only the finishing was left.
But there's no hurry about this.
When he placed his palms on the two daggers, a sense of intimacy arose spontaneously. The dark and matte blades looked unpretentious and simple to the extreme.
If you don't know better, you might think that these two daggers are more like some kind of unfinished works of art.
Rather than a murder weapon.
After trying to inject his spiritual energy into the dagger, he immediately saw a faint fluorescent light emitting from the dagger.
He pointed at the huge piece of gold next to him and lightly scratched it.
The gold was cut in half without even a physical touch by the blade, without even the slightest sound.
"good!"
On the side, Old Chen couldn't stop shouting "Hao". He took the dagger and tried to swing it. He saw two daggers, one long and one short. However, in Old Chen's hand, they turned into two streams of light, spinning quickly.
No shadow can be seen at all.
After a set of close-fitting bunts, Chen Laocai slowly exhaled and his body gradually relaxed.
"The most precious treasure has its own nature, and its hardness and fineness are incomparable. It can be broken even by an inch, but it cannot be bent or softened."
Caressing the two daggers with both hands, Mr. Chen recited poems and praised them in a low voice, then handed the daggers to Ding Xiaoyi: "I advise you to use them with caution, there is no shame in becoming a magic weapon!"
This sentence is both praise and admonishment.
Being called a magic weapon naturally has its own uniqueness.
There are some magic weapons in the union, such as psychic creatures like Blood Prison, which are powerful enough to be used directly as weapons instead of being bound in wrist guards.
Although these two daggers have no special powers, they are better than countless abilities.
Extremely sharp and indestructible.
With these eight words, he can be called a magic weapon.
"Hey, don't worry, I'm an outside member of the union. As a just and kind-hearted person, of course I won't insult these two magic weapons!"
Ding Xiaoyi happily took it. Although it was still very rough and had not been processed and polished, he couldn't put it down, as if it was something that belonged to him.
"Okay, I will first teach you how to use this set of daggers, and then I will teach you how to use the knife. When you finish learning, I am afraid that no one in the younger generation in the union will be your opponent anymore!"
When Old Man Chen said this, the smile on his face became much wider.
Although Wang Xiang has extraordinary talent, it seems that the truly extraordinary person is right in front of him.
I wonder what the old bastard of the Wang family would think if he knew that Ding Xiaoyi, whom he still disliked, was the real Baoshi.
The more Old Chen thought about it, the more he looked forward to it...