It was really reluctant to disembowelment the red hat with the polished key, not to mention the fat fat that was two fingers thick, and the dark gray fine scales alone were enough for Xiao Yang to have a headache. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ。

The sun had already risen, and Xiao Yang couldn't help but wipe a layer of fine sweat beads from his forehead because of his busyness. It took a lot of effort for him to use the key to slice open the red hat's lower abdomen. Shelling? Xiao Yang had no such plans. Cleaning the internal organs, pinching the head and tail, and cleaning the blood, Xiao Yang, who was busy with all this, grabbed a handful of the gray-white salt he had collected at the beach, and carefully rubbed a thick layer in the abdominal cavity of the red hat.

No way, this kind of salt full of impurities is not suitable for direct consumption, and he lacks cooking utensils and can't directly boil salt with seawater, so he has to use pickling, which is the easiest way. Putting the salted red hat aside, Xiao Yang began to look for what he needed next.

Fruit? And many more. The various fruits were collected by the gorilla Hanuman after tasting the grilled fish with a belly stuffed with maca nuts. Chai He? Although the climate of the Lost Mountains is humid, dry wood can be found everywhere.

So what else is Xiao Yang missing? He lacked a clay to wrap around the red hat! The reason why the red hat was not skinned was because it needed that layer of skin to separate the clay! That's right, Xiao Yang is planning to make that red hat according to the practice of "calling flower chickens" on the earth.

During the years when he was an otaku, Xiao Yang was no less called a flower chicken. Sichuan pepper, pepper noodles, refined salt, chicken essence, ginger, garlic, cooking wine, sugar, soy sauce, shiitake mushrooms, lotus leaves, and flour that acts as "clay" and so on. At the beginning, the chicken he roasted was golden in color, shiny and shiny, and after tearing it open, the fragrance of chicken, shiitake mushrooms and lotus leaves came to the nose, which made people appetize. All the relatives and friends who have eaten the flower chicken made by Xiao Yang are full of praise.

But now, Xiao Yang has too few materials on hand, not only do he not have those necessary seasonings, but he also has lotus leaves and flour. Shiitake mushrooms, ginger, and garlic can be replaced with various fruits, and lotus leaves are reluctantly replaced with the scaly and sturdy skin of the red hat, but what about flour? I had to use clay.

In fact, the earliest way to call the flower chicken was to wrap the feathered chicken in clay and bury it in the ground, and raise a bonfire on it to bake. It was only later that flour was used instead of soil for hygienic reasons, and microwave ovens were replaced by buried baking.

Now Xiao Yang needs to find a clean clay. By cleanliness, we mean that there is no odor and there are no particles such as sand and pebbles in the soil. This soil is difficult to find in woods or areas with vegetation, and deciduous leaves and decaying plant branches can change the composition of the soil.

Because the soil is fine, it is always difficult to grow plants where there is clay, so Xiao Yang is now looking for the kind of clay he needs in an open field. In the shade of a bare mountain cliff, Xiao Yang finally found a decent clay, although when he was on earth, most of the clay he had seen was yellow, and there was a rare white, but now the clay in front of him was maroon-red, which made him a little hesitant, afraid that there were heavy metals in those soils.

The thumb and forefinger grinded the maroon powder in his hand, and the soil was fine, and the powdered clay like flour was exactly what he needed. Forget it, Xiao Yang remembered that when he was a child, he and his friends were greedy to dig other people's Jerusalem artichoke, which is what people call "artichoke". The artichoke that was dug up at the beginning was still with mud, and he and his friends just rubbed it on their clothes and stuffed it into their mouths.

At that time, they believed that they would not get sick after eating! Xiao Yang, who has a kind of singleton temperament, will do it when he wants to, dig out a large piece of maroon clay that is enough to wrap the red hat, and then turn around and leave.

When they returned to the clearing in front of the cave, Elevior, Leah, and Hanuman were chattering around the red hat that had been pickled after they had taken care of it. They were wondering what Xiao Yang was going to do, cleaning up the internal organs, and smearing the dirty powdery things, but they didn't just set up a fire and roast it like before. And that red hat hasn't been peeled yet! Could it be that Xiao Yang is crazy? Do you want to eat those scales?

The three guys, who were already a little bit of a foodie, kept guessing what Xiao Yang would do next, and they didn't notice that the owner of the topic had come to a short distance behind them, and finally the careful Liya noticed the movement of the magic elements in the air and found the returning Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang didn't understand what they were saying, and he only knew some simple words now. Even the words he had memorized in the clumsiest of ways, and the glimmering walls of the cave were strewn with his class notes.

These are like the notes he took when he first learned English. For example, the mountain wall is marked with two squares of Chinese characters for "stone", and then the back is marked with the Meenia pronunciation "duck neck". And in some places, because he hadn't touched the pen and written for a long time when he was at home on the earth, he had to use pinyin instead of those words that he couldn't remember how to write. In this way, he was learning the tongue-twisting language in the most stupid way.

The mountain wall is like a ghost painting crow for primary school students' homework, and only Xiao Yang himself can experience the sadness.

Seeing Liya looking back at herself, Xiao Yang smiled at the little female dragon and ignored them. Come to the brook, find a slightly flat stone, then put the large piece of hard, dry clay on it, and feel a stone of sufficient weight from under your feet to start smashing the clay.

The soil is hard and very leathery. Xiao Yang used a lot of strength to smash the piece of soil, then smashed the cracked clay pieces even smaller, and finally used stones to grind the clay into a powdery form like flour.

In order to heat the red hat evenly in the future, Xiao Yang grabbed a handful of powdery clay with his hands and filtered it carefully, and after making sure that there were no small particles in it, Xiao Yang kneaded the clay into a ball with stream water.

The curiosity of Elevor and Hanuman on the side has been completely aroused. Could it be that Xiao Yang not only wants to eat the skin and scales of the red hat, but also eats the soil? Liya didn't know where to fly again.,Recently, this little female dragon has been playing missing.。。

Washing the mud off his hands, Xiao Yang picked up the red hat that had been pickled for a long time. With Xiao Yang's movements, the abdomen of the red hat began to drip down with red blood mixed with stone powder, which was caused by dehydration caused by the destruction of cells by salt.

The sea salt had completely penetrated the flesh of the red hat, but the impurities in the salt had flowed away with the blood. Now the only drawback is probably the limbs and thighs, which have not been pickled because of the scaly skin, and the salt in the abdominal cavity cannot be wiped in those places.

Shortcomings are shortcomings, Xiao Yang couldn't think of any good way to solve it for a while.