Chapter 95

Yu Sui's praise seemed to open up Xu's Ren and Du meridians. His hands moved much faster in handling the gray falcon, and his face was filled with joy.

He looked like a big dog being praised and patted on the head by his owner, and Yu Sui was overjoyed.

The corn porridge simmered in a clay pot over low heat is almost done, the thickness is just right, and the sweet aroma of corn makes one's mouth water.

The bowls used by the snow wolves were too big, so Yu Suixian found a fist-sized stone, took out a small bowl, and scooped a bowl of porridge from the pottery jar.

The patient should drink a thinner drink to make it easier to digest. The drink is specially scooped out and allowed to settle for a while before being transported to the place with less corn grits on top.

"Is this for humans?"

The bowl in the cub's hand was too small. Qi frowned slightly. It seemed that it was prepared for the human in the tent.

Yu Sui nodded while holding the bowl, "That's perfect. Brother Qi, help me hold him up a bit. I'll feed him some corn porridge."

Eating something will give you the strength to recover. Even if you are lying in bed unconscious, you cannot go hungry.

If there was a hospital here, they could give the boy some glucose to keep him alive, but unfortunately there isn't one in this world, so Yu Sui can only force-feed him.

When he was watching TV series in the past, he saw that people who fainted or were in a vegetative state could eat some porridge, so he tried it too.

A hint of annoyance flashed across his dark eyes, but Qi's expression remained unchanged, "Let's go."

The two men opened the tent and walked in. Sure enough, the boy was still lying drowsy on the felt.

Qi walked over first and half-knelt on the ground. He stretched out a hand to hold up the boy's head, raised his eyes and said, "Okay, feed him."

Looking at the boy's upper body completely hanging in the air, Yu Sui fell into silence.

Considering Qi's unhappy expression when he first picked up the boy, it was good enough that he was willing to help him feed the boy, and Yu Sui did not ask him to change to a more comfortable position for the boy.

Yu Sui found a piece of animal skin and put it under the boy, so that it looked more comfortable.

He scooped out a small spoonful of porridge and slowly poured it into the boy's mouth.

Fortunately, the boy was not yet unable to swallow, so it seemed possible that he could be fed.

Yu Sui fed him a small bowl of porridge bit by bit, and couldn't help but look at the boy's weak but delicate and handsome face a few more times.

Qi's face darkened a little. He silently pulled out the fur from under the boy and put it on the boy's head without exerting much force. Fortunately, there was thick felt underneath.

Yu Sui noticed that Qi was a little angry, and although he didn't know the reason, he was smart enough to walk out of the tent with the empty bowl.

Yu Sui felt relieved that the boy could eat.

There was still a lot of sea water in the iron pot, so Yu Sui stirred it and then left it alone.

The process of boiling salt was boring and monotonous, and Yu Sui could only hold his chin and think about the dinner menu.

Xu had already plucked out all the hair and considerately collected the fine hair separately. He was now opening the belly and taking out the internal organs.

"Brother Xu, don't throw away the internal organs. Keep them for us to stew."

Such a big grey falcon has a lot of internal organs. It would be a waste to throw them away. Yu Sui thought of the duck intestines and other poultry offal he had eaten before and shouted hurriedly.

Xu paused, "You can eat bird's innards, too. I'll go dig some more ice and wash it later. Speaking of innards, I haven't had a satisfying meal of innards since winter began."

Thinking of the delicious fried pork intestines with liver tips and the various internal organs braised in various soups, Xu was really a little greedy.

There are fewer prey caught in winter, and naturally fewer fresh offal. In order to store more dried meat for winter consumption in autumn, the canteen mainly consumes offal that is difficult to store every day.

Several chefs who had inherited Yu Sui's teachings prepared offal dishes in different ways every day, feeding the tribesmen until their bellies were full.

Yu Sui was originally worried that people would not be able to bear eating offal every day, but he didn't expect that not only did they not get tired of it, but when winter came and there were fewer offal dishes, he could hear people missing offal dishes from time to time when he walked around the tribe.

It was then that he suddenly remembered that this was a primitive orc tribe, and his people were not his compatriots who had eaten all kinds of delicacies in their previous lives and had spoiled their taste buds.

The dwarves are fine, but the snow werewolves are tough guys who can eat meat stewed in water and burnt meat without batting an eyelid. Every winter they even chew the unpeeled food directly.

"Then let's eat some offal to our heart's content today!" Yu Sui said happily, raising his hands.

Xu also cheered a few times and went to the freshwater lake to shave ice without stopping. Cleaning the internal organs required a lot of water. The ice cubes dug by Qi were enough for their daily needs, but not enough to wash such a large set of internal organs.

However, the internal organs of poultry are relatively cleaner and easier to clean. In addition, there are many prey hunted in autumn, and many internal organs need to be cleaned. Xu and his friends occasionally go to help Ashan and his friends, so these internal organs were left to Xu to wash.

Missing the offal dishes so much, Xu ran away quickly, leaving behind only the gray falcon with its feathers plucked and its internal organs removed.

It was so big that Yu Sui looked very small standing in front of it holding a kitchen knife.

"I'll do the dividing." Qi's magnetic voice came.

Is he feeling better now? Yu Sui tilted his head to observe Qi's expression, and sure enough, the gloomy look from earlier had disappeared.

Qi's claws were sharper than his kitchen knife, and he quickly cut the big bird into several pieces.

The pieces of meat fell down with a crackling sound. Yu Sui aimed his bright eyes at the fallen pieces of wings, ran over to catch them all and put them aside.

He didn't know what level of monster this was, but the meat looked really good. After removing the hair, the skin was a golden color that was obviously rich in fat.

The two wings of this big bird were a circle larger than those of the silver-winged tiger, and Qi had cut them into small pieces.

In the past, the Snow Wolf people were used to roasting meat as a whole, but they learned the habit of cutting into pieces from Yu Sui.

Yu Sui placed the meat for dinner next to the tent and took out a few potatoes from the package.

These were taken away by the enthusiastic Tauren. They were fried into shredded potatoes for two meals at the Red Grass Tribe, and the rest were taken with them when Yu Sui set out.

In addition to the food, all the vegetables brought by the minotaurs were brought over by Yu Sui.

As usual, the task of peeling the potatoes was given to Qi. He peeled the potatoes and cut them into thick strips as thick as fingers.

Boil the sea water in the iron pot dry, scoop out the coarse salt and put it into a bamboo tube.

If you don't have vegetable oil, animal oil can also be used for frying.

The pot was half filled with animal fat. The size of the pot and the large chunks of pure white animal fat made Yu Sui feel like the guy in a certain video who cooked hot pot base every day...

First, fry the wings in oil until they are half cooked, then add the potato strips.

This step is very similar to frying French fries, except that Yu Sui does not coat them with starch.

The crispy potato strips were placed at the bottom of the ceramic pot. He then tore two large cabbages by hand and placed them in, and then placed the chicken wings on top.

Yu Sui prepared a bowl of sauce and poured it in, then added water, covered the pot and simmered it.

Stew the wings for a while, then add the abalone into the pot, finally cover the lid and simmer over low heat until the flavor is absorbed.

The freshness of the abalone and the taste of the wings that have been fried and then stewed are mixed very harmoniously, and the added sauce is the blending agent.