As the old saying goes, you make up for what you eat.

This is not from a sage or a famous saying, but it is absolutely true. For example, there are two types of base oil, vegetable oil and animal oil. The scientific distinction is that one contains saturated fatty acids, one contains unsaturated fatty acids, or the content of vitamins A/B/K, and normal people will not study the contents so carefully. From a personal point of view, vegetable oil is bland, while animal oil is greasy, each with its own points.

Ku Ding likes animal oil, although it does not mean that he does not use vegetable oil at all, but most of the time, he is still a little partial to animal oil.

Just like the fish oil in his hand at this time, this jar doesn't look big, and there is not much capacity in it, but every drop of oil in it is the best of the best, and it is already a masterpiece in this year.

The fish oil in the hands of Ku Ding is different, the former is just a simple oil residue, and the one in the hands of Ku Ding can be described as one in a million, those who simply refine the mermaid into candles, that is also a tyrannical thing.

Just unsealed, still can't smell anything, through the light can see that the inside of the jar is white jade-like paste, Ku Ding considered the amount of black glutton, with a porcelain spoon scooped two spoons from the jar and put it in the pot, different ordinary animal oil into a solid shape, the mermaid oil is as clear as clotted fat, no need to heat the pot, it is along the wall of the pot.

The pot must be a large cauldron, preferably an iron pot with a large opening.

The fire needs fire, you can't use gas and gas, you have to burn firewood, and it is best to use high-quality green bamboo firewood, which will make the pot have its own fragrance.

When the temperature rises, the natural flavor of mermaid oil will slowly drift out, just smelling it will be sweet, just like the allure of a glamorous mermaid to men, the smell of mermaid oil will stimulate people's taste buds, arouse people's thirst for food, and make people addicted to appetite.

Even the heat that spreads out after the oil is hot seems to have ripples of water.

Ku Ding flicked the hot oil with a pitch-black spatula, and there was an inaudible sound of the waves.

"Well, it's time."

Half of the jar of black gluttonous insects went into the pot together, but instead of the sound of hot oil burning, it was like a hurricane rolling up the waves, and the water hit the rock cliffs, and the sound of explosions continued.

Obviously there were only two spoons of fish oil, but under the influx of black gluttons like black liquid in half of the jar, it turned into a white mist, and rolled together with the pure black glutton, like the intersection of yin and yang.

"Drive yin and chase yang, use yang to gather yin, yin and yang are combined, reverse the mixed element, and merge!"

Hit four pieces of golden paper in the cauldron square, Ku Ding picked up the pitch-black spatula, and a shovel stirred up a pot of yin and yang, stirring up endless waves, whether it was white mist or black water, they all began to scatter, as if they wanted to escape from this cauldron, but the four pieces of golden yellow paper pressed a piece of gold, as if sealing the mouth of the pot.

The spatula seemed to draw some kind of unknowable trajectory, mixing the atomized fish oil and the black gluttonous together, the black and white were still distinct at first, but they soon rolled into a stream of color, first some gray, and when the atomization was completely integrated into the black liquor, the black liquor steamed out some blood, and Ku Ding stretched out his hand and guided this blood out.

"Ningmon!"

At first, he was not interested, but then he was lured by fish oil Ning Meng, who was standing next to him, followed Ku Ding's words, with a look of anticipation, opened his mouth and inhaled the blood-colored mist into his mouth, and when he swallowed it raw, he opened his mouth and burped, and a trace of red flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly pressed down.

It seems to be a little satisfied.

Look at the pot again, it is already a piece of extremely delicate powder, as Ku Ding continues to stir, the powder slowly changes from gray, when Ku Ding finally peels off the golden paper of the Quartet and beats it into the stove fire, a fire directly enters the pot, Ku Ding takes a deep breath, and then blows out the fire, and the pot is already a piece of gold.

"You've eaten and drunk enough, go and send the remaining insects to your Aunt Meng."

Ning Meng was still smacking his mouth to taste the taste just now, and in a daze, he reached out and caught the big jar handed over by Ku Ding, and then realized that this was a jar of insects, and as soon as his hand was loosened, he almost didn't fall to the ground, but fortunately, he was fast, and quickly grabbed it again.

"That...... Why don't I brush the pot. ”

As if throwing a time bomb, Ning Meng quickly put the jar in his hand on the table next to him, and did not forget to take a step back.

"You said you're a big boy, what kind of bugs are you afraid of, didn't you eat that mouthful of worm blood just now?"

"Sir...... It's okay if I'm wrong, you let me brush the pot. ”

Ku Ding shook his head and picked up the jar.

"Put the fried noodles in the pot in a snack jar and don't eat them secretly...... Forget it, you don't dare to eat it. Don't get started directly, and put a layer of bamboo sugar on the bottom of the can. ”

Looking at Ning Meng, who nodded his head like a kowtow insect, Ku Ding was also very helpless.

There are only two possibilities for the existence of this black glutton. Either it was the Taoist who kept Qianlong's last breath, but the probability is extremely low, after all, this black gluttonous insect is rare, and it is too casual to put it like this; Either it is in the tomb of Sun Selling Fish, which is very likely. If it is the latter, it is conceivable that there must have been a large number of insects in the tomb, as well as seventy or eighty or even more corpses that have been possessed by insects and caused alienation.

Then if you say that he wants to go to the tomb, do you still have to bring Ning Meng, if you go so far away, you must bring a follower.

- Well, it seems that this kid needs to be cured of his fear of insects, should I put some on his bed, or just put him in a worm prison and let him get used to it?

Holding the jar out, Meng Po seemed to be finished, Qianlong's shriveled corpse was cut open by Ku Ding and the neck had been closed, it seemed that there was no trace, and I don't know what means Meng Po used.

"I smell it."

Seeing Ku Ding out of the kitchen, Meng Po smiled.

"Well, the quality of these black gluttons is not bad, and they are unexpectedly compatible with mermaid oil, if they are in that tomb, they will have to get more back. The fried noodles just now let Ning Meng send them to you for a while, the taste should be much better than you thought, rinse it with warm water, slightly thicker, and sprinkle some sugar is the most delicious. ”

Putting the jar aside, looking down at Qianlong's corpse on the ground, he didn't seem to notice Meng Po's somewhat flushed cheeks.

"Okay, then I'll go back to my room first."

Meng Po took the jar, glanced at Ku Ding very gently, and saw that Ku Ding didn't seem to care about herself, pouted, wrinkled her little nose, and then left.

It wasn't until Meng Po was about to walk out of the room that Ku Ding raised his head and looked at Meng Po's shadow, and the corners of his mouth drew a curved arc.

"It's also a small girl."