The High Priest still did not respond: "Praise you, my friend." ”

"Grass!" Zhao Chuanxin was speechless, and really slammed the door: "Open and eat." ”

Roasted pork is only marinated with sea salt and has no other condiments.

The furry skin on the outside is definitely crispy, but the meat on the inside is tender.

Zhao Chuanxin tore a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it, the bland meat made him feel a little difficult to swallow.

The high priest thought he was thirsty, so he ordered a bowl of coconut to be brought.

"This is Bilcon, friend from afar, you can taste it."

Zhao Chuanxin looked inside, and the drink, called "Bilken", was mainly white coconut water, and there was also a mixture of fruits and nuts such as pineapple, macadamia nuts, rambutan, and mango.

He tasted it, it should be sugar in it, the fruit sour taste relieved the sweetness, and the taste was not bad.

He handed the bowl directly to Miao Cuihua.

Miao Cuihua didn't dislike it, she drank it as soon as she served it, and her eyes lit up after drinking: "I've never drunk this." ”

In this era, the means of transportation were limited, and the flavor of tropical fruits was not at all something that could be tasted by outsiders.

"If it's good, you can drink more, don't worry."

This pork, Zhao Chuanxin is difficult to swallow no matter what.

Looking at Miao Cuihua again, the two saw similar thoughts from each other's expressions.

This made Miao Cuihua sigh: "I think at the beginning, I took Ming Xin to escape the famine in western Liaoning, not to mention pork, and even the rough steamed buns that are as hard as stones when I am hungry are delicious when they are dipped in water." If there was such a big fat pig, we would wake up laughing in our dreams. Until now, I can't eat it. ”

Zhao Chuanxin disagreed: "People, they are all easy to work hard, from thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift." Let's not go against our nature, watch me go get you something to eat. ”

Hedonism, Zhao Chuanxin is in the line.

said, greeted the dry rice: "Let's go, let's go to the sea to play." ”

Dry rice's eyes lit up.

When the high priest heard that he was going to sea, he asked him, "Do you need a ship?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "No need." ”

Diamond Head Mountain is like a sick sleeping dragon, dividing the sea and the sky. Under the sun, whether it is golden or ochre, it is as clear and flawless as that peridot.

Zhao Chuanxin quietly burrowed into the sea, but the dry rice tread the water.

A group of Kanaka people watched in amazement.

The high priest saw another manifestation of the hemp in the form.

I saw Zhao Chuanxin instantly emerging more than ten meters away, and the dry rice was floating on the water, walking on the sea as if walking on the ground, chasing after him.

One man and one dog, and after a short time, they ran out far, far away.

The high priest's swarthy and dry old hand wiped the sweat from his forehead: "This distant friend is not the god of war in Kuku, he should be Kula, the god of fishermen!" ”

Even though Zhao Chuanxin was not there, Kirch still dutifully translated the words to Uncle Li and listened to them.

Liu Yuanshan asked stupidly: "Mr. Li, is the charcoal burner really the god of fishermen?" Why did he swim so fast? Why can dry rice run on the sea? ”

Li Shutong shook his head: "Of course not, as for the specific reason?" I think it's a spell. ”

It didn't take long for Zhao Chuanxin, the god of fishermen, to return.

Ganfan was the vanguard, running wildly on the sea, and went to Kiki Beach first.

Then there is Zhao Chuanxin, who shows his head in the shallows, burrows out of the sea, and carries a bamboo fish basket in his hand.

He fished out an eel from the basket, took out the elven carving knife, raised the knife in his hand, and disemboweled the eel, and cleaned up the internal organs.

After all the eels were processed and washed with seawater, he returned with them.

"What are you doing in a daze? High priest, let people make fires, and I will show you my hand! ”

The high priest said, "You are the god of fishermen, aren't you?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin said indifferently: "I'm not a god, I'm the twilight of the gods, and the gods have to lower their eyebrows when they see me!" ”

The high priest was eager to reprimand him for not being so delusional.

However, he didn't dare to speak, and he was a little evil......

Waiting for someone to take a bunch of pandanus leaves and Kukui tree trunk branches, Zhao Chuanxin put on mud trowel gloves, so he said in a mysterious way: "There are nine stars in the sky, nine eclipses on the earth, there are three evils from time to time, and there is a golden god in the year, and it is as urgent as the law!" ”

Who isn't a high priest these days?

The sand on the kiki beach, guided by some magical power, swirls and gathers, solidifies, and finally becomes a rock stove.

The high priest exclaimed, "Cannaro, the hempness of the god of the land!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know why, so he smiled: "It's ugly." ”

The Kukui tree is very oily, and it burns vigorously when it is burned.

All kinds of plants and trees, after burning, still have some fruit-like aroma.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised.

It's a shame that this doesn't come to a wave of barbecue.

Spread a row of iron plates on the stove, put eel pieces on each iron plate, fry the fish skin in hot oil, pour in the mirin, soy sauce, sugar, and a little salt stolen from the Japanese shop in Jemulpo to taste, and cook until the soup is thick.

Zhao Chuanxin worked with a shovel in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and quickly turned the eel until it was fully cooked.

The seasoning flashed in his hand, and everyone who watched it was stunned.

This kind of cooking method is something that the high priests have never seen before.

One by one, the harazi went straight out.

Zhao Chuanxin took a plate and quickly shoveled out a fish for Miao Cuihua: "Sister Hua, you taste it, the meat of this thing is very tender, and it is guaranteed to be enjoyable." It's a pity that it's not pickled, and it may not taste very good, so it's eaten with soup. ”

There are many people who don't eat other seafood but eel, and there is a reason why they never forget it.

Miao Cuihua is not polite, the sweet and salty eel entrance is really tender and delicious.

Zhao Chuanxin gave everyone a little bit, not much, but they could all taste it.

The eel was mainly caught for Miao Cuihua, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't eat much by himself, after all, there were more monks and less meat.

Several iron plates are about to be polished into mirrors by the tongue, and these people are still unsatisfied.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: "Bring the pork, it should be fat and thin." ”

This time, Ning An took the initiative to run over to cut the meat.

The pork is already roasted, and the way it is buried in the sand and roasted locks in moisture.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a large iron plate, poured oil, and put the pork slices on it, and the fat meat was civilized, and the oil was bubbling.

Cumin grains, crushed peanuts, sesame seeds, soy sauce, salt, sugar, pepper powder, cinnamon powder, ginger powder, star anise powder, clove powder......

Sprinkle some chili flakes at the end.

The pork that has already been roasted is slightly oiled on a baking sheet and dipped in some condiments, and the small flavor spreads.

The High Priest and Kirch and the others are looking at a knife to pull their butts today, and they have opened their eyes!

Zhao Chuanxin gave them either a porcelain bowl or a coconut bowl, and each of them sandwiched a piece of meat.

"How about a taste?"

These Hawaiian natives are by no means old, but just a group of native hats who guard the treasures of heaven and earth and destroy the heavens.

The roasted pork, rolled with condiments and then reheated, was a little too dry for Zhao Chuanxin, but it was a rare feast for their Five Organs Temple.

There was a lot of smacking and swallowing, and no one spoke.

The high priest had incomplete teeth, and the meat was inevitably a little old after two processes, and the chewiness was too much for him.

He finally swallowed and muttered, "You even use hemp for cooking." I am blessed by the gods of Maui today to eat such delicious food......"

Stubbornly, he thinks that except for the energy of hemp, no other ingredients and condiments can be so delicious.

Zhao Chuanxin admitted without blushing: "Yes, this is Ma Xuan, what you said is not wrong!" ”

The heart said that in addition to the hemp pinch, if you add some shallots to borrow the flavor, it will be more perfect, so that the meat will not be so dry.

If the pork is enough, he will eat it.

Not to mention, this jerky meat is dry, but it has a different style.

Otherwise, how could there be dry foods like beef jerky and spicy rabbit?

Bowls of mashed cassava and yam were brought to the table.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't dislike it, so he made three bowls of roast pork.

Just as he was about to eat the fourth bowl, Miao Cuihua stopped him: "If you eat too much cassava, it is not easy to eat, and it is easy to swell, so don't eat it." ”

Li Shutong was also taken aback, and watched sourly beside him.

He said to Ning An: "If you pass on your salary to this confidant, you have no regrets in life." ”

"Well, Sister Hua should be serving Mr. Living, not his confidant."

Ning An volunteered to lead Zhao Chuanxin to the horse, faintly claiming to be a follower, of course he understood the relationship between Zhao Chuanxin and Miao Cuihua.

Uncle Li was stunned.

He didn't expect this, he thought that between Zhao Chuanxin and Miao Cuihua......

During this time, everyone was familiar with each other, and Liu Yuanshan said narrowly: "Mr. Li, do you think Sister Hua is beautiful?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Uncle Li's face turned red: "However, Qingjun Jichu, hairpin stars and moons, Hao wrist condensation moth, with affection." I look at the country, on beauty, on flattery, there is no one else. I just don't know why she's been in obscurity so far. ”

In this era, people don't have much pastime after tea and dinner, and chewing the root of the tongue is a great pleasure.

Although the information is not smooth, as long as it is really beautiful, it will also spread the fame, and these reputations will last for a long time, much longer than the fragmented information of later generations.

Liu Yuanshan glanced at Miao Cuihua, then at Zhao Chuanxin, and analyzed: "I guess, Sister Hua is so outstanding, not only is she beautiful, but the hair ornaments on her head, her clothes, and her mannerisms are just like the New Deal and New Learning, which is in line with the charm of the new era." ”

Uncle Li was stunned, and then measured it carefully, and sure enough, it was just as Liu Yuanshan said.

He made up his mind, if Miao Cuihua was wearing the wide robe and big sleeves of a Qing Dynasty woman, it would completely cover up her thrilling figure; If you show a big forehead, it's a big sight; Finally, if she wrapped her little feet again......

Only in this way is the most beautiful and charming to wear novel and well-fitting clothes, keep a trendy and suitable hairstyle, and not wipe the face white, but to carve the seedlings and flowers naturally carved by the hibiscus.

Uncle Li high-fived - sure enough.

Zhao Chuanxin looked over in surprise: "What's wrong?" ”

Li Shutong said in a panic: "Oh, it's nothing. ”

At this time, the high priest spoke, "Friends from afar, it just so happens that the flame is still there, please join us in the Kashiko dance." We're going to jump until dark, open the door to the aura, and quell the future wars......"

Zhao Chuanxin felt that there was still enough time, so he said: "I just finished eating, I can't jump, and my stomach is prone to sagging." You jump, I'll just watch. ”

A group of Kanaka people got excited, lined up on Kiki Beach, and began the show.

Kihi stayed here because he wanted to work as a translator for Zhao Chuanxin, but his face showed yearning and he couldn't wait to get involved.

He said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Kara, the god of dance, will give us strength. We dance with the scenes of war, and God sees that the real war of the future will be put to rest. ”

Miao Cuihua looked at it with great interest, and felt that if this exotic dance could be changed to be more charming, maybe he could learn it, and when he danced to Zhao Chuanxin in a skirt, would he ......

Zhao Chuanxin also stared at those women, not because they were good-looking, but because he felt that the "Pa Bird" they were wearing was like a flower quilt that was about to fall off at any time.

This is very itchy, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't take his eyes off it, just waiting for the skirt to fall off......

(End of chapter)