Both fish baskets were retrieved, and the result was very pleasing.
Perhaps because no one is fishing, the fish in this area are swimming in large schools, and they don't seem to mind or avoid passersby.
The two fish baskets yielded a total of five fish weighing five or six pounds, about ten shrimp, and even two crabs.
Summer's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Chengguo, let's go back. I'll make you something delicious. We have shrimp today!"
"Okay, okay, let's hurry back, Eagle, come quick!" Orange's mouth watered at the mention of delicious food.
As before, the fish was marinated and then grilled. This time there were more, so she kept two salted fish to dry and grilled three. She didn't make fish balls, but had crabs and shrimp that were even tastier.
Without any seasonings, I plan to make steamed crab and boiled shrimp in the middle of summer.
This morning, when Wolf King put out the dried meat, he also brought her a lot of fruit, including one that was particularly sour. Summer remembered it and planned to use it as vinegar.
Crush the sour fruit a couple of times to squeeze out the juice, add a little cooled boiled water, sprinkle in some salt, and stir well.
The shrimp and crab were ready quickly.
"Come on, Orange, have some!"
Hearing this, Chengguo stared at the red worm with curiosity: "Can this big pincer worm really be eaten?"
"Yes, this tastes incredibly delicious. I guarantee you'll want to eat it again and again."
In the height of summer, I gave a crab to Chengguo so she could dip it in sauce.
The crabs were indeed incredibly fresh and delicious. Crabs from ancient times were large and tasted wonderful. In the height of summer, I couldn't help but sigh to myself, "Unpolluted seafood is just so delicious."
The crabs were quickly eaten up, and next came the shrimp.
The original owner's pot was too small, and there was only one; the crabs and shrimp were too big to cook all at once.
Looking at the shrimp in the pot, Shengxia asked thoughtfully, "Chengguo, where can we buy this pot? Where can we get one?"
Chengguo stared expectantly at the insects in the pot, replying without looking up, "Our earthenware pot and pan were obtained through an annual exchange fair."
"Do you want a bowl? There's a trade fair coming up soon. Anyone who wants to go can inform the chief and join the main group."
The height of summer is etched in my memory.
The shrimp turn red quickly, and in the height of summer, they can't wait to be scooped out and eaten after being cooled slightly.
Cheng Guo now has complete trust in Sheng Xia. She says that anything that is edible is edible, and she picks up a shrimp and stuffs it into her mouth.
It seemed a bit hard, but after chewing it, the mouth was filled with a fresh and delicious flavor. Orange's eyes lit up: "This is even tastier than the big worm! It's just a bit hard, and it scratches my throat when I swallow it."
Summer, who was struggling with a shrimp, looked up in confusion and saw Cheng Guo stuffing a whole shrimp into her mouth. She quickly stopped her: "Hey, you have to peel this. Look at me, I cut off the head and tail, peel off the hard shell, dip it in some sauce, and you can try it."
Chengguo followed her instructions, and it tasted much better: "Shengxia, you're amazing!"
The group had large appetites and ate everything clean, leaving nothing behind. After finishing the oranges, they even licked the bowls with the sauce several times.
midsummer:………
Can we still keep this bowl?
The result was obvious: she washed the bowls many times and carefully put them away.
After finishing her meal, Cheng Guo took her male pet home. She refused to take the two salted fish, saying, "Keep them. If I want to eat them, I'll have my male pet go catch some more."
I broke out in a sweat while eating in the sweltering summer heat.
After everyone left, she washed up and lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The conditions in this beast world are terrible. According to the original owner's memories, every year during the snow season, beasts would starve to death, and those with weaker constitutions would freeze to death.
There were only the two of them at home, herself and Wolf King.
Relying solely on Wolf King is definitely not enough. Shengxia is not the type to place her hopes on others. Having her own food reserves will give her peace of mind, so she needs to make preparations early.
Thinking of that huge pile of herbs, Shengxia sat up abruptly: "Let's plant those in the space first, they should be able to survive."
Looking at the somewhat wilted herbs in the fish basket, Shengxia slapped herself. How could she forget something so important? Hopefully, there's still hope.
She brought a large bag of wilted herbs into the space, sorted them out, and then went to the black soil to dig holes and plant them.
Medical students tend to be a bit obsessive-compulsive. In the height of summer, the plot of land looked neat and tidy, but one piece of astragalus was missing. He planned to pick some more astragalus tomorrow to fill in the gap.
Then, after pouring in the spiritual spring water, the wilted herbs seemed to regain a bit of vitality, though I don't know if it was just my imagination.
Sheng Xia smiled with satisfaction; the spiritual spring water was indeed effective.
After finishing all that, I remembered I still needed to make a deworming sachet, so I sat down on the ground and looked at the pile of things in front of me that I was going to use to make deworming medicine.
"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long; let's take it slowly."
It was already evening after I finished the deworming treatment. I had a quick lunch of some dried meat, and I planned to do the same for dinner.
Once outside the space, it was pitch black, and it took a while to adjust.
A cool breeze blew by, and the leaves outside rustled incessantly.
Sheng Xia's heart tightened, and she shakily took the dried meat before immediately returning to her spatial dimension.
Patting his chest in lingering fear, he said, "I'll just sleep in the space for the next few days while Wolf King isn't back. It's too scary in the dark!"
I slept without any dreams.
That day, Shengxia had just finished packing up her medicine to go to the vicinity of the tribe to collect herbs. She had just finished packing the deworming medicine when she heard cheers.
"The hunting party is back!"
"I heard there's something big coming this time."
"Let's go, let's go take a look quickly."
Shengxia's eyes lit up. She put down what she was holding and followed the group to meet the hunting party.
Just as they saw a large group of burly, handsome men, before they even got close, someone screamed, "Someone's injured! Make way! Get the witch doctor!"
Sheng Xiaxin's heart skipped a beat. She quickly stepped forward and searched for Wolf King's figure in the crowd. Seeing that he was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief.
He was helping to carry the wounded and only had time to give Sheng Xia a reassuring look.
The injured person was likely bitten by a ferocious beast; his left side and abdomen were mangled and bloody.
The man's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he was breathing more out than in; he looked like he was about to die.
Shengxia looked at him and thought he seemed somewhat familiar, and that she should be able to save him from his injury.
...
Shengxia knew that with great power comes great responsibility, so she decided to keep a low profile and wait for the tribal shaman to come and take a look.
Suddenly, an anxious female voice rang out: "What's wrong with Kong Ling? Quickly call the witch doctor!"
The voice sounded familiar. Sheng Xia looked over and realized it was the female lead. Kong Ling had told her last time that he was single.
Ugh, what a scumbag!
The guy was unaware that he had been labeled a scumbag.
The tribal shaman was carried over by a male, who kept saying, "Faster, faster."
The witch doctor was a white-haired male who looked to be around fifty years old. His weathered face had a rare ruddy glow, and his eyes were bright and piercing.
He raised his hand to check Kong Ling's wound.
He let out a few sighs, solemn and deep, and the beast seemed to age ten years in an instant.
He remained silent for a long time, his eyes closed, his face filled with regret: "No, he has lost too much blood, the wound is too big, I can't save him."
The butterfly rushed over and pleaded, "Witch doctor, please save him! He's still breathing, he's still alive!"
"Please, save him!"
"Witch doctor, please!"
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