So, dinner was prepared by Louis and Emmanuel.
Louis is very hands-on, and cooking is one of those things. Everyone thought that with his hands-on skills, he could definitely beat Big Peach and Big Tooth.
But what no one expected was that Louis was a very thoughtful person.
When Monet and Fimmonloa finished their business at noon, seeing the men working diligently, whether it was Peach and the others or Louis who was doing carpentry, neither of them were idle. So the two of them felt embarrassed to be idle.
So, they divided the work: one went to the mountains to pick ingredients, and the other went down to the beach to collect seafood.
The harvest was good. Fimonloya picked a lot of wild fruits, tender dandelions, and tender wolfberry leaves. She also collected quite a few mushrooms, but she only picked the ones that Sang Ning had taught her about and that she recognized. She resolutely refused to pick any that she didn't recognize.
In addition, she also caught several very fat and cute bamboo rats.
They stewed most of the bamboo rats, including Da Taozi, at noon. There were two left that they hadn't killed or stewed. One person tasted the stew, but no one touched it, and in the end, they threw it all away, which was a waste.
Monet brought back quite a few octopuses, scallops, and even a large lobster.
A lobster weighing over two pounds was thrown directly into the pot by Da Yazi to cook.
There's a crucial step in preparing a giant lobster: draining its urine (blood). However, since they had never seen such a large lobster before, they were familiar with mantis shrimp, which don't require draining their urine.
So, without knowing this, Da Yazi skipped the step of letting the lobster urinate, and you can imagine how bad the cooked lobster meat tasted.
It was wasted as well.
Of course, that's not the point. The point is that there's still quite a bit of seafood left from lunch.
So, dinner consisted of the leftover live seafood from lunch, two bamboo rats, mushrooms, dandelions, wolfberry leaves, and wild eggs.
After preparing all the ingredients, Louis, holding a spatula, struck a chef's pose and said, "Wait for me to show you my skills. I guarantee you'll want more after you eat it."
Before he finished speaking, he deftly poured oil into the pot. His hand was steady, but he poured an excessive amount of oil. The onlookers, including Mo Nai Nai, thought there was too much oil and asked him to pour some out. He confidently argued that it wasn't much and that the amount was just right.
Okay, you're in charge of cooking, so I'll listen to you.
We won't question it since we're waiting to eat.
Then, the first dish, stir-fried bamboo rat meat, became deep-fried bamboo rat meat. When it was ready, all the bamboo rat meat looked like it was soaking in oil.
I took a bite, and oh my god, it was oily and bitter.
Elliott's face contorted in horror. He put down his chopsticks, picked up the bamboo tube filled with cold boiled water, and gulped down most of it before asking Louis, who was looking on with anticipation, "What did you put in it? Why is it so bitter?"
"It is bitter and oily, which is not something that intelligent life can eat."
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
Emmanuel, as was his habit, contradicted him, saying, "It must be something wrong with your sense of taste. Let me try."
Louis refused to admit that there was anything wrong with his stir-fried bamboo rat; he firmly believed that Elliott was slandering him out of jealousy of his talent.
Upon hearing Iman's words, he immediately urged, "Yes, Iman, you should try it."
Emmanuel hummed in agreement, picked up a piece of bamboo rat meat with his chopsticks, and chewed it a couple of times.
Then···
That was the end of it.
Emmanuel put down his chopsticks expressionlessly, walked to the edge of the woods, and spat out the bamboo rat meat from his mouth.
The crowd that had been watching him fell silent.
Louis tried a piece of bamboo rat he had made himself, and it was indeed unpalatable.
It wasn't just bad, it was even worse than what Da Yazi made.
He chuckled and said, "It's probably because I'm still a novice that the finished product isn't quite right, it was my first time cooking."
But please believe me, I have experience now, and the same thing will definitely not happen again.
Everyone was speechless.
It seems impossible to believe, what should I do?
They exchanged a glance, and Philoia cautiously asked, "Louis... are you sure you can do this?"
"I'm sure!"
Louis spoke with a resounding voice, his expression full of confidence.
He scrubbed the pots and pans, then started making a seafood stew.
He stir-fries scallions, ginger, garlic, and chili peppers in oil, then adds scallops, octopus, and other ingredients. The order of cooking doesn't matter to him; he stews everything in one pot, whether it's easy to cook or not.
This isn't really a big problem. Seafood can be prepared in various ways, whether it's tender or mature.
You can either blanch or steam it, or stir-fry it to make it spicy or numbing-spicy.
Louis's approach had some minor flaws, but none major ones.
Seeing this, Monet and the others couldn't help but feel relieved, thinking that this seafood stew seemed to be edible at the moment, and it even smelled somewhat appealing.
As long as things stabilize in the later stages, they won't have to worry about going hungry, which is good.
However, this relief came to an abrupt end as Louis added seasoning again and again. Seeing him pick up the bamboo tube containing salt and try to add more, Clyde broke down and said, "You already put salt in before, why are you adding more?"
Is he planning to make them choke on the saltiness, and have all the seafood stew to himself?
Louis looked surprised. "I put salt in? No way, I definitely put sugar in before."
The sugar in farts is clearly salt.
"It's salt."
Everyone spoke in unison. Louis said "Oh," and readily put the bamboo tube back. He picked up another bamboo tube and said, "Is this sugar? I remember Sang Ning said that white sugar can enhance the flavor. Can I put some sugar in?"
"Can."
They had indeed heard Sang Ning say that white sugar was a good flavor enhancer, so they didn't object.
Unexpectedly, Louis poured in a lot of sugar. Monet and the others were stunned, and they all felt despair spreading in their hearts.
No need to say anything more, after being tortured at noon, dinner won't be much better.
And that's exactly right. Louis's cooking was amazing; it looked decent enough that people would be willing to pay for it.
But after eating it, I had only one thought: What the hell is this?
Even a simple flour paste can be made so delicious that the taste is indescribable.
Lunch can be wasted, but dinner is something we can't avoid.
Because if you waste it, you'll really go hungry.
So everyone ate it like they'd taken poison, feeling utterly hopeless.
Then, the person who had finished eating, suppressing the urge to vomit, sat on the ground and began to question the meaning of life.
What gave them the courage to eat these foods that were more terrifying than poison?
"e=(′o｀*))) Oh!"
Emmanuel sighed, and Elliott followed suit. Hearing each other's sighs, the two looked at each other at the same time, then simultaneously looked away, staring blankly at the star-studded night sky.
The night was beautiful, but their stomachs were rebelling.
"vomit--"
Monet was the first to break down and ran to the side to vomit, followed by Fimonroya and the others.
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