Not to mention the awkward stalemate between Mingguang and Liu Renjun and the other world.

Crystal world, somewhere tidal flats.

Lin Chou already had long hair to his waist, like a peerless knight who came out of the martial arts of sword light and sword shadow, and draped it on his body like a shining duck feather, he squinted dangerously, and was opening the needle in his hand with a needle made of duck leg bones.

"Ding~"

The duck bone broke into two, this thing was too brittle, and Lin Chou's strength was a bit big.

Lin Chou sighed, he couldn't resist the cruelty of this world anymore with a righteous spirit, and said dejectedly,

"Sure enough, this kind of sewing and mending work is not suitable for me at all."

Casually carved the 1881st mark on the crystal tablet standing on the side with half a duck bone needle, the boxy crystal tablet is actually very abrupt, very much like the tombstone next to the grass that has not had time to grow, to commemorate the 1881st crystal world day that Lin Chou has died.

It is difficult to say whether the "day" here is the earth's sky, his record is calculated according to the change of the aurora on the large screen of the sky dome, when the blue is dawn, and when the gray is dark, according to Lin Chou's own estimate, the time of each change is about 20~24 hours.

"It seems that you can only tie it casually and deal with it, and the fine processing plan will be officially pounced."

Lin Chou shook the duck feathers behind him, and the tendons used to link and bind the duck feathers were rough and nitrated, but they were already overwhelmed by the wind and rain, and the thin tendons of the duck were not particularly suitable for being ropes, so there was no way to force them.

"Next time, let's use hand rubbing rattan, although it grinds a little, at least it is strong."

Stretching out his hand and scratching the crotch of the leaky wind, Lin Chou said bitterly,

"Am I getting lice? Or fleas? ”

For more than 1,800 days, I couldn't even stand my underwear, I was empty, lonely, and cold, and I self-destructed.

There are probably only a few things in the crystal space: ducks, rivers, and trees.

There are fish and shrimp in the river, but they are definitely not larger than a duck's beak can swallow; There are grasses and flowers on the ground, and of course there are all kinds of insects.

Ducks are the mainstream and the only large predator in this world, targeting a variety of flowers, trees, and insects.

Of course, there is an even more apex predator in these more than 1,800 days, and this species is called Lin Chou.

The species gets up early in the morning, rain or shine, and feeds at least nine ducks a day, making this an outrageous amount of protein and almost the only source of protein.

In the past 1,800 days, Lin Chou has sworn 68 times never to eat ducks again, and it should be the sixty-ninth time today...

"I, Lin Chou, if I eat ducks again, I'll be!"

However, the color that had accumulated so much on his face that it began to turn green instantly made Lin Chou unable to breathe, and the world that the dog said was only a duck, barely enough for him to replenish his physical strength and the source he needed~!

When he first came, he could slaughter an entire tribe of ducks in a minute, and now three hundred ducks can catch him in the first place.

Oh my God, the Nutrition Express can't make up for his missing stamina, okay?

Lin Chou sometimes thinks silently, his situation is a bit like the "end of the law era" that often appears in it, what kind of spiritual power and magic power are tidally attenuated, even if it is a peerless power, it will be drained by the world where he is located, and he will be "starved" to death.

Lin Chou shook his duck feathers again, and walked shamelessly to the other side of the river.

This is a mournful version of the Chu River Han Realm, with the duck at that end and Lin Chou at the end.

The familiar one came back with a head of duck feathers, and Lin Chou fished out a few white small fish in the small "Hui" dam piled up by the river.

It is worth mentioning that this river is actually a saltwater river.

Three ducks in his left hand, a few fish in his right hand, and a few duck eggs in the duck feathers, Lin Chou gained a lot.

It's just that the thick mourning-like expression on his face can't be removed.

Just kidding, since I've been squatting here for several years and haven't been driven crazy, I can already prove that this thing's heart is big enough not to be afraid of myocardial infarction, okay!

The crystal world is beautiful, but it is not a good place with abundant products, and the monotony of species here is scarce, as evidenced by the dishes on Lin Chou's face.

It can also be called a strange place to eat a mobile kitchen into this bear's virtue.

Originally, Lin Chou thought that the crystal world was a genuine space from another dimension, but later found that it was not quite like it, in addition to being made of crystals, the plants and insects in those forests were native to the earth, and there was no difference at all.

So!

(emphasis added)

He is thinking that this place is not far from the earth, and there is even a ready-made space channel, but he has not yet discovered it to comfort himself, and if he lives another 1,800 days, I believe that when Lin Moumou fights the plane, the content of YY is likely to become this.

Lin Chou disemboweled the duck and washed it, and removed a crystal slab on the ground, revealing a "hole" inside.

This is a discarded white sour soup fermented with rice water used to wash wild barley rice, and the acidity is seriously insufficient after fermentation, but it has a slight flavor of alcohol.

The sour soup duck is fishy and greasy, and the stewed duck meat will be very tender, which is a very good kind of seasoning that Lin Chou now has.

There are several caves with spices, and there are also very luxurious crystal villas.

After all, boredom can drive people crazy, and Lin Chou often tries to find something to do for himself.

Well, occasionally I force myself to worry about the situation of Mingguang, Cold Tyrannosaurus, and Huang Dashan, although I feel that it is difficult to poke out a big basket for such a small fight as a betrayal of the party.

Moved out a large crystal pot and scooped out half a pot of white sour soup, threw the three ducks whole into it and boiled them.

The white sour soup made from wild barley is actually much better than that of rice sour soup, with a layer of uniform and fine small bubbles on the surface, which is not sour but more mellow and viscous, and looks about the same as old rice wine.

There are probably some cattails and water chestnuts growing by the river, which are more than enough with clear soup, but the fishy smell of duck meat is obviously insufficient, so Lin Chou's method is probably sour soup and fire roasting.

White sour soup is nothing precious, wild barley is astringent and numb and cannot be used as a staple food, but it can ferment every three days to produce a sour soup.

After a little sour soup, Lin Chou hung the three ducks on the tripod, attacked with charcoal, roasted until the fat came out, and then continued to cook on a fierce fire.

This is one of the simplest and most crude methods in the alley, boiling warm water before roasting, even if it can't get rid of the fishy smell, it can wear out most of it.

Sprinkled some yellowed salt grains into it, and Lin Chou didn't care about the sour soup duck.

There is a saltwater river, so there is no need to worry about the problem of salt at all, Lin Chou has a lot of salt to use.

Legumes filter the salt that comes out of cooking, and even if it doesn't look so good, there's no toxic problem, probably.

Lin Chou arranged the small silverfish with the length of his fingers in turn, this is one of the few cherished ingredients, and the small hollow-shaped dam produces ten or eight fish a day, which must be treated solemnly.

Lin Chou was ready to use the luxury methods he had recently developed to deal with these weak, boneless, and almost invisceral little guys.

He turned back into the crystal villa and took out a crude crystal jar from the shade in the corner, which contained a small half jar of cloudy coconut oil.

Lin Chou's journey to make food ingredients never stopped, and he had found a few lonely coconut trees in the forest more than 800 kilometers away from here, and most of the coconuts on the trees were ripe, and they were all picked back by him.

After eating a few coconut duck and coconut fish soup, Lin Chou thickened the rest into coconut oil.

The easiest way to extract coconut oil is to take out the coconut water and put it in a large bucket and stir it vigorously, after a period of rest, the coconut water will naturally stratify, the upper layer is a little turbid clear coconut oil, and the lower layer is a bland and tasteless coconut water.

Coconut oil extraction is simple, but there is no raw material, Lin Chou cherishes this only half can of coconut oil very much.

Usually he wants to stir-fry a dish or something, but the fat oil used is duck, which is filtered and purified by various means, and the duck flavor will still exist tenaciously in the duck fat.

Very annoying.

Lin Chou opened a hole again, it was full of salted duck eggs, because he would carry out the daily task of "picking" duck eggs every day, the duck eggs pickled in this hole were never less, and the pickling time was not the same.

Lin Chou picked a few duck eggs from it,

"Well, that's all, it's just right, the egg yolk will solidify after too long."

I have to say that it is a very wonderful choice to marinate salted eggs with duck eggs that live by the saltwater river, the yolk is very bright red, like a small sun, and it is very delicious.

A few tiny whitebait are wrapped in golden red salted egg yolks and slowly fried in hot coconut oil.

The heat of the coconut oil causes the tiny scales of the little whitebait to break away from the body and dance lightly with the updraft on the oil pan.

The sound of Zizi is full of joyful emotions, and the salty aroma of duck egg yolk comes in for the first time.

The aroma of salted egg yolk is very complex, and the base is stable and mellow, which can be used as a base for various dishes, and can also be used to enhance the flavor and freshness.

Smelling it in the nose gives the illusion that the mind is being swayed by protein, and it is a simple fried egg yolk with two completely different tastes and aromas: fluffy and firm.

Needless to say, the coconut of the wild coconut tree is not large, but the fragrance is still very good.

Although coconut oil, the essence of coconut water, is inevitably a little cloudy, it does not affect the use of this thing at all, isn't it a hundred times stronger than fat and greasy duck fat?

In these days, don't you have to pay attention to everything and make it rare and expensive?

When the egg liquid on the surface of the whitebait was golden and reddish-brown, Lin Chou took out a small bag from the duck feather.

He muttered,

"That's all there is to cinnamon..."

If it weren't for the fear that the only cinnamon tree would be peeled to death, Lin Chou really wanted to go out and cut down all the trees, even so, after more than 1,800 days had passed, the note of the cinnamon tree had been almost harmed by Lin Chou.

After scraping some fine cinnamon powder into the pot with a crystal blade, the fragrance changes slightly.

Lin Chou rubbed his hands violently with drool,

"Big meal, I'm coming..."

The outside is charred and crispy, and the inside is soft and tender with the juice of the fish, and the fish is fried perfectly.

Lin Chou's greed to remove every trace of flesh on the fish bones does not mean that this small silver fish really has no bones, on the contrary, it has a lot of spines.

A whole fish bone was taken out of his mouth, and Lin Chou was moved by the tender whitebait to the inside.

He cherished a long tendon from a duck's leg through the fish's eye to tie a dead knot, and then hung it on a section of the tripod, away from the flames.

Lin Chou has saved the complete corpses of about 100 small whitebait, which were carefully roasted by charcoal fire until brown and crispy, in addition to pretending to be snacks and beating tooth sacrifices, it is easy to boil a whole pot of delicious fish soup with oil and fresh whitebait and shallots for him to feast on in various postures.

"Now that we're done with the main food, let's try today's dessert... Belch... Today's fruit bar..."

So this guy gnawed three ducks and drank a pot of soup, and he always needed a little bit of white lies, and the same was true for himself.

"Hiccup~"

Lin Chou clutched his churning stomach, his face full of weakness.

"This is the 1,712th day I've eaten duck, and I'll die if I do it again."

"None of these guys came to the rescue, they didn't even move the shovel, it's really hard for people to live, why is this world full of the most hated ducks?"

"Even the system, even the dog beep system has been blocked, hey!"

"I want to cry..."

(Goose: If I do something wrong, if I do something wrong, you will abandon me, and I am not the one you hate the most?) ）

Lin Chou rolled all over the ground crying and peeing and howling don t doubt it his discipline and san are worth something that has long been shattered by the destruction of 1,881 days ago and he will know that he will leave his legs when he pats his buttocks.

"Liu Renjun, this damn guy... I'm really not lying..."

Thinking about what Liu Renjun said to himself, Lin Chou felt that even the fart that came out was cold.

Why don't you really want to eat tasteless duck here, die alone, and then leave a copy of "On the 1,881 Cooking Methods of Ducks" to the world, and then die with the world for eternity?

Nima!

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and the brilliant aurora and blue base of the sky suddenly lost their color and turned into a monotonous gray night.

Dragging the washed duck feathers, Lin Chou walked towards the crystal villa alone, walking slowly like an old man.

A second later, Lin Chou suddenly jumped up and raised his middle finger viciously towards the duck tribe opposite, with an extremely hideous and vicious expression.

A loud sound like rumbling thunder rolled through the entire space, and the crystal mountains trembled,

"Flower Q !!"

A piece of chickens flying, dogs jumping, insects and birds leaving the forest.

"Whew~"

After roaring at this neurosis, Lin Chou suddenly felt a lot happier, and took a deep breath of fresh air full of duck feathers, and the world seemed to have become so cute.

"Sleep, sleep."

Waving at the opposite side,

"See you tomorrow at breakfast, love you~"

"Quack, quack!"

So, across the river, there has been some kind of unknown tacit understanding of the duck tribe, which seems to have the intention of launching a territorial covering attack on this end.

Lin Chouli didn't bother to pay attention to it, and went into the crystal villa to dream of his spring and autumn season.