Tristan's fish nose is really sensitive. As soon as he said this, the captain was startled, and Bedivere was also startled.
However, this could not change the captain's mind.
The stubborn Captain Senezel smiled evilly: "Yes, there is such a batch of fish. So what? Once it reaches the shore, I have a whole market channel to sell the fish, why do I have to sell the fish to you two annoying guys?"
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"Oh, you will. Otherwise you will lose everything." Ivan on the side pushed his glasses again. The glasses reflected the sunlight and flashed Bedivere's dog eyes.
The captain obviously would not be fooled simply: "Haha, all your money is lost? How do you say that---"
"Because these types of fish themselves are perishable. In addition, during this period of time, the Icelandic volcano erupted, and the minerals in the volcanic ash polluted the seawater, further shortening the shelf life of the marine fish. Judging from the current situation, that batch of fish can only
They can be kept for another two hours------they will all stink before you can sell them on the beach, and you won't make a penny!"
Is there such a thing? ---Although, the werewolf's puppy nose could also vaguely sense that there was some kind of rotting smell in the ship.
What is Tristan planning?
"If I offer a good price, sell the fish to us," the fishman prince Tristan said with a funny smile: "It really doesn't matter if I skip one meal. But I can't allow you to waste everything - these kinds of fish are about to rot.
It tastes most delicious if you eat it a few hours beforehand, and it will be wasted if you don’t eat it again!”
"Is there such a thing?" Little Hal curiously asked his brother Seglade.
The Blue Leopard young man nodded slightly. Some fish - in fact, most sea fish - taste best before they are about to rot.
Because the lactic acid in the meat will be completely decomposed at this time. Completely deacidified meat will be extremely delicious---gourmets with some common sense know this.
The captain's face was full of confusion, but he could tell from Tristan's serious expression that the fishman prince was not lying.
Anyway, he is a prince and noble, and he eats well and lives well, so he will not lie to others about such a trivial matter.
Thinking of this, Senezel became discouraged: "Okay, I'll sell the fish to you. But you idiot, do you think you can handle this batch of fish? Their internal organs and blood are highly toxic. Once processed,
If you don't eat it well, even if there is even half a milligram of poisonous blood on the fish, you will all be poisoned and die if you eat it, and there will be no way to save yourself. ---Do you really want to die?"
Tristan took out his wallet from his pocket, took out about thirty Icelandic gold coins, and put it into Sernas' hand: "I told you, just sell the fish to us. What to do with this batch of fish?"
, you don’t need to worry."
He is serious. He is probably absolutely confident that he can deal with these poisonous fish!
If all this is true, then he is indeed handsome! Albert looked at Tristan and Ivan in disbelief. One of these two people must have superb cooking skills!
Captain Senezel was busy counting the money. Thirty-six gold coins---the money was indeed a good price, but it was not so high that it far exceeded the price of that batch of fish. Tristan's calculation was very accurate, as if it was just based on
You can tell the number and type of fish by smell.
---Master!
Albert, who hated Tristan and Ivan just now, now admired these two people a little bit.
Although arrogance is a nasty habit, people with real strength are actually a little bit more handsome when they are arrogant!
...just a little bit!
"And this boat has no fishing equipment." Tristan began to walk slowly towards the cabin, his target was probably the kitchen.
He had already noticed that this was a cargo ship rather than a fishing boat, so he asked: "Who helped you catch such a difficult fish?"
The captain was busy collecting the money and at the same time set his sights on the werewolf Bedivere.
"Yeah, I know." Tristan turned his head and glanced at the werewolf, "There are two idiots on this ship, and this is the only one."
Albert had just admired Tristan, but was immediately stimulated by the fishman prince's words, and his hair stood on end with anger.
"Hahaha, don't be so angry, I'm just telling the truth. Unless you can also catch fish with bare hands." Tristan gave the tiger a vicious sneer.
"You meow---"
Bedivere restrained the tiger and turned to Tristan: "Can't you just say a few words and go have your luxurious lunch?"
"That's what I'm planning to do. Come on, I'll treat you to this meal. It's a temporary peace. Or are you afraid that the fish is poisonous?"
"Who is afraid of you! Just eat it!" Albert was easily provoked by Tristan: "But you'd better eat the treated fish yourself first! See if the poison will kill you---!"
The werewolf pressed Albert down with more strength: "But we have had breakfast------"
"You won't die if you eat more." Tristan had already turned around and walked into the cabin, "There are so many fish, come and eat whatever you dare, don't waste it."
That's what he meant. The fish were caught by Bediwell. If too many fish were not eaten and wasted, the werewolf also had a large part of the responsibility.
Tristan has said that you should not squander natural resources. [Not wasting] is indeed a virtue---a virtue that this arrogant and proud fishman prince rarely possesses.
"What should you do?" Bedivere asked the three leopard brothers while following Tristan, "Are you coming too?"
"I, we won't eat it, meow." Saifei said with a bitter smile. Two young leopard men also had a child, so they couldn't risk little Hal's life.
"Gu------" The little black panther had thunder in his belly.
"Didn't you just eat meow?!" Seglade asked in surprise.
Little Hal glanced at Bedivere awkwardly, then turned to answer his brother: "Yes, but he is still hungry---"
The leopard boy secretly gave Bedivere all the spicy fish on the plate. He had almost eaten nothing today, so it was strange that he was not hungry.
"There's really nothing you can do about it, meow---" Seglade scratched his head: "Let's go and check the situation. If no one dies after eating it, then... we'll eat it, meow."
In fact, they themselves are very greedy. Legend has it that the puffer fish meat is amazingly delicious, and they really want to take the risk of trying it. If they don’t try it now, they may never have the chance again in the future!
"Don't worry." Ivan also walked past Bediwell, pushed up his glasses, and flashed the werewolf's dog eyes again: "As long as I'm here, I will never let you eat poisonous fish."
He appears to be more confident than Tristan. Maybe he is the chef?
Everyone followed Tristan into the kitchen. Before they entered, they heard the fishman prince screaming hysterically:
"Oh my God! This is the kitchen?! This is a rat's nest, right!?"
Having said that, the galley of this cargo ship was indeed shockingly dirty - every cabin on this ship was shockingly dirty, but everyone was numb after staying on the ship for more than two days.
When the werewolf poked his head in, Tristan happened to pick up the rusty and blunt kitchen knife of his former chef and shouted in panic: "This thing can also be used to cut meat and vegetables?! You guys can cook with this thing?"
Do you dare to eat it?!"
(So, it is dark cuisine.)
"Unbelievable!" Tristan waved to everyone who wanted to come in: "Stand back! I'll remodel this kitchen first."
Renovation?
While the werewolf was still wondering, the fishman prince was leaning on the kitchen table and tapped it lightly with his finger.
This has produced a wonderful effect.
Taking the fingertips of the fishman prince as the starting point, a burst of frost began to spread.
Even though I knew it was an ice-based shaping magic, seeing the kitchen transform rapidly under a burst of frost still felt extremely magical.
The frost spread and instantly covered the surface of every utensil in the entire kitchen. The originally dirty and dirty kitchen began to be covered by the pure white color.
As the saying goes, out of sight is out of sight. Is this really true?
Scientifically analyzed, it is indeed the case. At least, every dirty surface in the kitchen is covered with an inch of frost. The bacteria underneath will also be isolated by the frost.
And these frosts come from moisture in the air. There are also bacteria in the air - so what? No matter how clean the kitchen is, it cannot isolate bacteria from the air!
In other words, although this frozen kitchen is not absolutely sterile, its cleanliness is comparable to that of an ordinary kitchen.
"Wow!" Little Hal looked at it calmly.
"White is better." Tristan smiled with satisfaction: "White is really a clean color."
He glanced at Little Hal with disgust again: "Black is much dirtier."
"Meow meow---" the little black panther huddled behind his brother in grievance.
"He's just joking, don't worry about it," Ivan said.
"Look what you have done to my kitchen!" Captain Senezel arrived just in time. When he saw the white and frosty kitchen, he immediately became furious.
"Don't worry, this spell will be lifted when I leave, and I will definitely give you a dirty and sloppy kitchen, you cheapskate." Tristan said with a sneer.
I always feel like there's something wrong with this statement.
"Okay, you have a clean kitchen, but what about the kitchen knife?" Albert asked unconvinced. Tristan couldn't use that disgusting rusty big kitchen knife with frost on it, right?
But he immediately realized how stupid his words were.
Tristan, who is proficient in ice shaping magic, can easily make an ice kitchen knife.
In fact, the fishman prince has already held a crystal clear ice knife in his hand. It looks sharp and edgeless, and it can be used to cut meat and remove bones with ease. It can be compared with the expensive kitchen knives in the hands of first-class chefs.
"Let's get started." Tristan waved his hand: "Bring the fish."
He was the chef. Tristan was indeed the chef.
A prince who has been pampered since childhood actually cooks by himself, which is something Bedivere never dreamed of.
Oh no. He cooked. During the days of Arthur's Knights, when they lived together on the small farm in the countryside of London, Tristan was also responsible for cooking.
.
Bedivere has also eaten the food cooked by Tristan. Although the taste is not particularly good, it is not particularly unpleasant either.
When he thought of this, the werewolf felt extremely nostalgic.
Ivan helped deliver the fish from the freezer compartment. The fish were stored at just the right temperature, and neither the umami was affected by freezing nor premature decay due to heat. The captain's skill in storing fish is indeed commendable---
Although he also miscalculated, these fish will spoil in another hour.
"There is not much time, so I will speed up." Tristan started to process the fish. He decomposed the fish quickly and accurately, hollowed out the internal organs, removed the bones, and instantly separated two pieces of white fish meat.
The white meat of the ice-sea puffer fish is crystal clear, as beautiful as a work of art. They were placed on the ice plate conjured by Tristan, and people couldn't tell which one was the fish and which one was the ice cube.
The knife skills are indeed amazing. But what about safety? Who can ensure that the fish meat is not stained with even a drop of poisonous blood?
"Evan, do it—oh no, move your [eyes]." Tristan had just made a plate of sashimi, which contained about thirty slices of white puffer fish meat.
The werewolf immediately understood: Tristan was asking Ivan for an appraisal.
The half-dragon Yi Wen chuckled, then took off his glasses and leaned in front of Yurou to take a closer look.
His eyesight has not deteriorated. This guy usually wears glasses, as if to seal his overly powerful eyesight.
When he took off his glasses, the half-dragon's pupils began to emit a faint golden light. He used the eagle (dragon) eye technique to scan the plate of fish to ensure that there was not even a drop of poisonous blood in the plate of fish.
He can clearly see every tiny particle between matter! His eyesight is much stronger than before, and it can now be used as a microscope?!
"Well, there's nothing wrong with this plate." The half-dragon young man said calmly, as if what he said was the truth: "I have carefully checked every molecule in it, and they do not contain any toxic impurities."
He can see the molecular structure of objects!
"You must be kidding me." Albert hummed in a low voice.
But the werewolf understood from Ivan's calm tone that what the other party said was true. There was no need for him to lie, and there was no need to show off in front of these people.
He can actually see molecular structures.
No wonder Tristan is so confident. No matter how superb his cooking skills are or how proficient his knife skills are, he may make mistakes sometimes. But Ivan's eyes will help the fishman prince troubleshoot mistakes.
Those god-like eyes are the treasure that chefs dream of. With them, no matter how dangerous the food is, they will be safe!
Bedivere had to admit that the combination of Tristan and Ivan was perfect in many aspects. The tacit understanding between the two was so good that it made people jealous!
Tristan felt even more relieved. He used his god-like dexterous hands and the same delicate knife skills to quickly handle one poisonous fish after another.
Ice sea pufferfish, black blood cod, frost ghost eel, these are the most poisonous and difficult to handle high-level fish, under the knife of the fishman prince, they are nothing but a piece of cake---they have indeed become a piece of cake--
-Their snow-white slices of meat are lying quietly on the beautiful plate like ice sculptures, waiting for people to enjoy them at any time.