Not to mention the embarrassing stalemate between Mingguang and Liu Renjun and the other world.
Crystal World, somewhere on the beach.
Lin Chou's hair has reached to his waist. He is like a peerless knight who emerges from the martial arts world with swords, swords and shadows. He wears a shiny duck feather cloak on his body. He narrows his eyes dangerously and is using the duck legs in his hands. A needle made of ground bone opens the eye.
"Ding~"
The duck bone broke into two pieces. This thing was too brittle, and Lin Chou was a bit too strong.
Lin Chou sighed. His righteousness could no longer withstand the cruelty of this world, and he said sadly,
"Sure enough, this kind of mending work is not suitable for me at all."
He casually used half of a duck-bone needle to carve the 1881st mark on the crystal tablet standing beside him. The square crystal tablet was actually very abrupt, much like a tombstone that hadn't had time to grow grass next to it. It commemorates the 1881st Crystal World Day when Lin Chou died.
It's hard to say whether the "sky" here is the sky on the earth. His records are calculated based on the changes of the auroras on the large screen of the sky. When it is blue, it is dawn, when it is gray, it is dark. According to Lin Chou's own estimation, every time The change time is about 20 to 24 hours.
"It seems that I can only tie it up casually and use it to deal with it. After careful processing of the plan, it is officially time to pounce."
Lin Chou shook the duck feather cloak behind his back. The tendons used to bind the duck feathers were rough and weathered, but they were already overwhelmed by the weather. The thin tendons of the duck were not particularly suitable for use as ropes, so there was no way to force it.
"Next time, try rubbing the rattan with your hands instead. Although it's a bit worn, it's at least strong."
Lin Chou reached out and scratched his leaky crotch, and said in pain,
"Do I have lice? Or fleas?"
For more than 1,800 days, I couldn't even bear my underwear. I felt empty, lonely and cold, and I self-destructed.
There are probably only a few things in the crystal space: ducks, rivers, and trees.
There are fish and shrimps in the river, but they are definitely no bigger than a duck's mouth can swallow; there are grass and flowers on the ground, and of course there are all kinds of bugs.
Ducks are the mainstream and the only large predator in this world, mainly targeting various flowers, trees, and insects.
Of course, in these more than 1,800 days, there has been an even more top predator, this species is called Lin Chou.
This species wakes up early and stays up late, rain or shine, and consumes at least nine ducks as food rations every day. Who knows how many ducks there are, and they are almost the only source of protein.
In these more than 1,800 days, Lin Chou has sworn to his death sixty-eight times never to eat duck again. Today is the sixty-ninth time...
"I, Lin Chou, will become a piece of shit if I eat duck again!"
However, the color on his face that had accumulated so much that it started to turn green instantly made Lin Chou unable to breathe. In this dog-eared world, there are only ducks, which can barely replenish his physical strength and the required source of energy~!
When he first came here, he could kill an entire duck tribe in a matter of minutes. Now, three hundred ducks can make him run away with his head in his arms.
Oh my god, Nutrition Express can no longer make up for his missing stamina bar, okay?
Lin Chou would sometimes silently think that his situation was a bit like the "End of Dharma Era" that often appeared in the world. The tide of spiritual power and magic power was declining, and even the most powerful people would be drained by the world where they lived, leaving them "hungry". "die.
Lin Chou shook her duck-feather cloak again and shamelessly stepped on the river to the other side.
This is a mournful version of the Chu-He-Han realm, with the duck at one end and Lin Chou at the other.
Lin Chou came back with a bunch of duck feathers, and Lin Chou fished out a few small white fish from the small "Hui" character dam piled up by the river.
It is worth mentioning that this river is actually a saltwater river.
With three ducks in her left hand, a few fish in her right hand, and a few duck eggs in her duck feather cloak, Lin Chou gained a lot.
Even the deep mourning expression on his face could not be removed no matter what.
Just kidding, the fact that I have been squatting here for several years without being driven crazy can already prove that this guy's heart is so big that he is not afraid of myocardial infarction, okay?
The Crystal World is beautiful, but it is not a good place with abundant products. The species here are monotonous and lacking, as evidenced by the look on Lin Chou's face.
Being able to turn a mobile kitchen into a place with such a virtuous attitude can also be called a miracle.
Originally, Lin Chou thought that the Crystal World was a genuine extra-dimensional space, but later he found that it was not the same. In addition to being made of crystals, the plants and insects in the forest were native to the earth, and there was no difference at all.
so!
(emphasis added)
He comforts himself every day by saying that this place is not far from the earth and there is even a ready-made space channel, but he has not discovered it yet. If another 1,800 days pass, I believe that the content of Lin's sexual intercourse when masturbating will probably become like this. .
Lin Chou disemboweled the duck, washed it and laid it out, then moved a crystal slate on the ground to reveal a "hole" filled with sour soup and water.
This is a disabled white sour soup fermented with the rice water used to wash wild barley rice. After fermentation, the acidity is seriously insufficient, but it still has a slight alcohol taste.
The old duck in sour soup can remove the fishy smell and relieve the greasiness. The stewed duck meat will be very tender. It is considered to be a very good one among the simple seasonings Lin Chou has now.
Lin Chou has several such underground caves containing seasonings, and has also built a very luxurious crystal villa.
After all, boredom can drive people crazy, so Lin Chou would often try to find something to do for himself.
Well, occasionally I force myself to worry about the situation of Mingguang, Leng Tyrannosaurus, and Huang Dashan, although I feel that a small fight like rebelling against the party will hardly create a big hole for them.
He took out a large crystal pot and scooped out half of the white sour soup, then threw the three ducks in whole and started cooking.
The white sour soup made from wild barley actually looks much better than the rice sour soup. There is a layer of uniform and fine small bubbles on the surface. It is not sour but more mellow and viscous. It looks like old rice wine. It’s almost the same, it will hang on the cup and has a lingering fragrance.
There were probably some bulrushes and horseshoes growing by the river, which were more than enough to go with the clear soup, but obviously not enough to get rid of the fishy smell of the duck meat, so Lin Chou's method was probably sour soup and fire roasting.
There is nothing precious about white sour soup. Wild barley is astringent and numb and cannot be used as a staple food, but it can be fermented every three days to produce a Didong sour soup.
After cooking the sour soup for a while, Lin Chou hung the three ducks on the tripod and grilled them over the charcoal fire until the fat came out. After roasting, they continued to cook over high heat.
This is one of the simplest and crudest methods in the alley. Boil warm water first and then bake it. Even if the fishy smell cannot be removed, most of it can be eliminated.
After casually sprinkling some yellowed salt grains in, Lin Chou ignored the old duck in sour soup.
With the saltwater river nearby, there was no need to worry about salt. Lin Chou had plenty of salt to use.
The salt produced by filtering and boiling leguminous plants does not pose a toxic problem even if it does not look very good, probably.
Lin Chou arranged the finger-length small whitebait in order. This was one of the few precious ingredients. The small back-shaped dam only produced ten or eight fish every day, so they must be treated seriously.
Lin Chou was ready to use the recently developed extravagant means to deal with these weak, boneless little guys with almost no internal organs.
He returned to the Crystal Villa and took out a crude crystal jar from the shade in the corner, which contained a small half jar of turbid coconut oil.
Lin Chou's journey to prepare ingredients for meals never stopped. He had previously found a few lonely coconut trees in a forest more than 800 kilometers away from here. Most of the coconuts on the trees were mature, and he picked them all.
After eating a few strips of coconut duck and coconut fish soup, Lin Chou thickened the rest into coconut oil.
The simplest way to extract coconut oil is to take out the coconut milk and stir it vigorously in a large bucket. After standing for a while, the coconut milk will naturally separate into layers. The upper layer is clear coconut oil that is slightly turbid, and the lower layer is tasteless coconut milk.
Coconut oil is easy to extract, but it suffers from the lack of raw materials. Lin Chou cherishes the only half a can of coconut oil.
Usually when he wants to stir-fry something, he uses duck fat. After filtering and purifying it through various means, the duck flavor will still persist in the duck fat.
Very annoying.
Lin Chou opened another hole in the ground, which was full of salted duck eggs. Since he carried out the daily task of "picking" duck eggs every day, there was never a shortage of salted duck eggs in the hole, and no one took more time to pickle. identical.
Lin Chou picked out a few duck eggs.
"Well, that's it. It's just right. The egg yolk will solidify if it takes too long."
I have to say that using duck eggs that live beside the saltwater river to pickle salted eggs is a very good choice. The yolk is particularly bright red, just like a little sun, and it is very delicious.
Several small whitebait are wrapped in golden salted egg yolk and slowly fried in hot coconut oil.
The heat of the coconut oil causes the tiny, extremely thin scales on the little whitebait to separate from the fish body and dance lightly on the oil pan with the updraft.
The sizzling sound is full of joyful emotions, and the salty fragrance of duck egg yolk comes to you immediately.
The aroma of salted egg yolk is very complex, with a steady and mellow base. It can be used as the base flavor of various dishes, and can also be used to enhance the flavor.
Smelling it in the nose will give people the illusion of being influenced by protein. Even a simple fried egg yolk can have two completely different tastes and aromas: fluffy and tough.
Needless to say about coconut oil, the coconuts produced by wild coconut trees are not very big, but the fragrance is still very strong.
Although the essence of coconut milk, coconut oil, is inevitably a little turbid, it doesn't affect the use of it at all. Isn't this thing a hundred times better than greasy duck oil?
These days, don't you have to pay attention to the value of rare things in everything?
When the egg liquid on the surface of the whitebait was fried to a golden color with a hint of reddish brown, Lin Chou took out a small bag from the duck feather cloak.
he muttered,
"There's only so much cinnamon left..."
If it weren't for the fear that the only cinnamon tree would be skinned to death, Lin Chou would have really wanted to go all out and cut down all the trees. Even so, after more than 1,800 days, the cinnamon tree had been almost destroyed by Lin Chou. .
After scraping some fine cinnamon powder into the pot with a crystal blade, the aroma changed slightly.
Lin Chou drooled and rubbed her hands violently.
"Great dinner, here I come..."
Crispy on the outside, soft and juicy on the inside, the fish was fried to perfection.
Lin Chou greedily picked off every bit of flesh on the fish bones. Being soft and boneless does not mean that this small silver fish really has no bones. On the contrary, it has a lot of spines.
Taking out a complete fish bone from his mouth, Lin Chou was so moved by the fresh whitebait that his face was filled with tears.
He treasured it very much and used a long tendon from a duck's leg to tie a tight knot through the fish's eye, and then hung it on a section of the tripod away from the flames.
Lin Chou has already saved the complete carcasses of about hundreds of small whitebait, which were carefully roasted over charcoal fire until they were brown and crispy. In addition to pretending to be snacks for toothpaste, it is easy to cook them by frying them in oil with fresh whitebait and scallions. A whole pot of delicious fish soup was served for him to enjoy in various positions.
"The main food is finished, let's try today's dessert... uh... today's fruit..."
So this guy gnawed three ducks and drank a pot of soup. People always need a little white lie, and it's the same for themselves.
"Hiccup~"
Lin Chou clutched her surging stomach, her face full of weakness.
"This is my 1,712th day eating duck. If I continue like this I will die."
"None of these guys came over to save me. They didn't even move to shovel. It's really hard to live. Why is this world filled with the most annoying ducks?"
"Even the system, even the dog beeping system is blocked!"
"I really want to cry..."
(Goose: What have I done wrong? If I have done anything wrong, you have to abandon me. Aren’t you the one you hate the most?)
Lin Chou was rolling around on the ground, crying and urinating. Don't doubt it. His moral integrity and sanity had been shattered to pieces by one thousand eight hundred and eighty-one days of torture. A slap on his butt would make him put his legs aside.
"Liu Renjun, this damn guy...didn't he really lie..."
Thinking about what Liu Renjun said to him, Lin Chou felt that even his farts were cold.
Why on earth do you really want to eat tasteless duck here and die alone, leaving a copy of "One Thousand Eight Hundred and Eighty-One Ways to Cook Duck" to the world and mourning it forever?
Damn it!
At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and the brilliant aurora and the blue background of the sky suddenly lost their color, turning into a monotonous gray night.
Dragging the duck feather cloak that had been washed and scattered, Lin Chou walked towards the Crystal Villa alone, walking as slowly as an octogenarian.
A second later, Lin Chou suddenly jumped very high and raised his middle finger fiercely towards the duck tribe opposite, with an extremely ferocious and vicious expression.
A loud sound like rumbling thunder rolled through the entire space, and the Crystal Mountain trembled,
"花q!!!"
A forest of chickens, dogs, springtails and birds has left.
"Huh~"
After yelling so loudly that even a lunatic could not do it, Lin Chou suddenly felt much happier. He took a deep breath of the fresh air that was full of duck feathers. The world seemed to have become a little bit cuter.
"sleep."
Wave your hand to the other side,
"See you tomorrow at breakfast time, I love you~"
"Gah, gah!"
Ever since, across a river, the duck tribe, which had already formed some unknown tacit understanding, seemed to have the intention of launching a territory-covering attack on this end.
Lin Chouli was too lazy to care, and slipped into the Crystal Villa to dream about his spring and autumn dreams.
