It is not an easy task to prepare such a huge fish for lunch.
This is not only a technical job, but also a physical job.
Fortunately, Duncan was driven by the angler's sense of mission and his passion for improving food, allowing him to be fully motivated to deal with the big fish he caught today.
He worked in the kitchen for a long time, and finally successfully removed the bone spurs on the head of the ugly fish, and cut its fat body into several pieces with great difficulty. The head of the strange fish really had no meat. He temporarily put it aside, but there were some meaty parts in the belly and back of the fish, which were very suitable to be turned into ingredients on the Lost Home.
It seems a bit strange that the dignified captain is busy in the kitchen himself, but Duncan is quite happy with it - he just doesn't know what ordinary people who fear the Homeless Ship as a natural disaster will react if they see this scene. They will be shocked. Did the frightened ghost captain actually have such a simple and life-oriented side? Or did he first admire Duncan's excellent fishing skills?
In the process of cutting the meat of the strange fish into several pieces, Duncan suddenly thought of this problem. He was in a good mood and couldn't help laughing. He thought that maybe one day in the future, he would kindly invite some people to the boat as guests. ——The Lost Home will not always be synonymous with disaster, and he himself does not intend to be a cold-blooded and ruthless ghost captain. After learning more about the world, he will naturally integrate with contemporary civilized society.
At that time, the guests on the boat will be treated to fish.
After completing the simple division, Duncan temporarily put most of the fish meat into a wooden barrel covered with sea salt, and then pushed the heavy wooden barrel into the warehouse deep in the kitchen. He planned to eat the remaining smaller fish later. They will then be pickled and dried on the deck, and if all goes well, they will turn into dried salted fish in the sea breeze.
It's a pity that no liquor was found on the boat, otherwise more methods could be used to deal with the fish.
It is certainly a good thing to have fresh fish to eat every day, but Duncan knows that fishing is always a matter of chance. He has harvested a lot today, but it may not always be the same in the future - he has to consider how to process and preserve the excess food.
After all, although there were no signs of spoilage in the dried meat and cheese stocked on the Lost Home, he could not be sure whether it was the peculiarity of the Lost Home itself or whether there was something abnormal about the "dried meat" and "cheese" that made it difficult to catch the fish. It's not a good thing to let it go bad.
Dried salted fish is at least better than the bacon of a century ago, even if it’s just a change of taste.
Duncan saves the tenderest, meatiest-looking parts and tosses them into the pot with the jerky to stew—the jerky acting as a condiment in the process.
This is a waste of resources. Any real chef's blood pressure will instantly burst after seeing Duncan's operation. The most suitable method for these fresh and tender fish meats should be to make fish meat, followed by moderate frying - Duncan himself He knew this too, but he did it just to be on the safe side.
He would not dare to eat unfamiliar things caught from the sea raw. Although theoretically, sea fish would not carry parasites that are harmful to the human body, and he, the "ghost captain", should not be afraid of ordinary people. poison, but what if?
In contrast, stewing is the most efficient way to handle unfamiliar ingredients.
He wanted to try this first, and if he confirmed that the fish was really edible, he would consider other options.
When it was almost half afternoon, his belated "lunch" was finally finished.
A bowl of fish soup was served, and the delicious taste whetted Duncan's appetite, but before that, he cautiously forked a piece of fish, blew it to cool, and then placed it in front of Pigeon Ay.
Pigeons don't eat meat, of course - but "Ay" is hardly a normal pigeon.
Duncan needs to satisfy his curiosity. There are so many things he needs to try on the Lost Home.
As for what to do if this "abnormal pigeon" is really poisoned after eating fish... Duncan is actually prepared.
First of all, he has processed the ingredients as much as possible, and letting the pigeon try it is just a formality. Secondly, if Ai's situation is really not right, he can use green fire to pull it into the spirit state immediately. ——He has tried it before. The feedback from Ai in the spirit state is the same as the feedback from the brass compass, which is equivalent to an "item" controlled by the fire of the spirit. He can even turn the spirit Ai into It is decomposed, reassembled and transported to a designated location around you. In this case, ordinary toxins will definitely not take effect.
Ai tilted his head and watched Duncan's operation. After confirming that the piece of fish meat was for him, he first pecked the table next to him with his beak. His eyes looked at Duncan and the ceiling erratically: "You melon Will it stay cooked?"
Duncan: "Just tell me whether you want to eat or not."
Ai raised her wings and imitated Duncan's tone: "Just tell me whether you want to eat it or not!"
Then it lowered its head and quickly pecked at the cold fish meat. At an astonishing speed, it destroyed the food that didn't look like it was for pigeons in any way!
After eating, Ai stretched his neck vigorously, and then began to walk around the table arrogantly. He seemed to be very happy, and after going around in a circle, he returned to Duncan and shouted: "It smells so good! It smells so good!"
Duncan stared at the pigeon in amazement, and for some reason an emotion suddenly popped up in his mind - this thing now combines "pigeon, real fragrance, and repeater" in one!
The three major elements are all in place. It is simply the light of mankind (the earth). According to the free form of the nine-square grid, I am afraid that not this guy can be regarded as an earthling...
After a while, Duncan confirmed that the pigeon had no abnormal reaction, and then he was completely relieved.
The captain of the Lost Home and his pet just hid in the kitchen and ate food.
The fish was indeed very fragrant, just like what Duncan had seen in his dream.
…
The setting sun is gradually approaching the high walls on the edge of the city, and the towering chimneys, pipes and towers of the city-state of Puland are bathing in the pale golden light little by little.
In the central area of the city, the loud sound of a big bell ringing came from the high ground where the Cathedral of Storms was located. Along with the sharp whistling of steam rushing out of the pressure relief valve, a large piece of white mist spewed out from the top of the tower on the side of the church, like clouds. Covering the sky above the highlands, it reflects the golden sunlight coming from the sea.
It was a sign of the alternation between day and night—a reminder that the power of the sun was quickly fading away, and that the Creation of the World was about to take over the sky.
The earthly order will then move from stability to shaking, and the influence from the "deep" world will rapidly intensify as night falls. This process will continue until the sun rises the next day.
At night, prudent people will choose to stay at home, and those who have to go out should choose to stay in a brightly lit place as much as possible - the gas lamps blessed by the priests can disperse the evil spirits in the night to the greatest extent. Malice.
But no matter what, this is at least a prosperous and stable large city-state. Under the protection of the Holy Storm Cathedral, even the deepest influences in the world will be suppressed at the critical point of safety, and occasional abnormal phenomena appear in the city. It's just a small and innocuous problem. Ordinary citizens know how to ensure the safety of their homes. The church guards who patrol at night take over the work of the peace officers and ensure the order of the city after dark.
But just like there are always shadows that cannot be illuminated under the brightest street lights - even under the noses of the guardians of the church, there are always stupid people who yearn for darkness and subversion. They fear and hate the existing things in the world. order, and fanatically looking forward to a "beautiful era" that even they themselves have never seen.
Fortunately, in city-states where the power of order dominates, these subversives can only huddle in the shadows most of the time.
On the edge of the city-state, deep in the entrance to an abandoned sewer, several figures in black robes were huddled in the corner of the room.
This used to be a temporary rest room for sewer maintenance and management personnel, but now it has been forgotten due to changes in urban planning. The uncared for corner has become a haven for cultists after they fled in a hurry - a lamp without a lamp. A bright oil lamp was hung on the wall, and as the light swayed, it illuminated several gloomy, fearful, and resentful faces.
A man in black robes about thirty years old was lying on the floor made of rags, clenching his teeth, his face was pale, and his breathing was weak and chaotic. Others were sitting near him, and some people were cursing in a low voice: "Those damn ones Teach the hyenas…”
"We lost a large number of compatriots, and the messenger also died during the ceremony..." Another person said hoarsely, "How could the sacred ceremony suddenly lose control..."
"That sacrifice...Obviously because of that sacrifice, he is obviously a minion of the heresy..."
"Listen," a man in black robe suddenly made a gesture of listening, then raised his finger and pointed upward, "it's the sound of the evening bell and the whistle."
"...It's going to be night," the man in black robe who was the first to curse said in a low voice, and glanced uneasily at his "comatriot" who was lying on the floor in an obviously very bad state, "Damn it... I hope he can Make it through tonight…”
