After the warlock uncle finished speaking leisurely, the whole person was torn apart with a "poof", limbs, torso, and head floated in the air at will, gray smoke gushed out from the "wound", and countless weird and weird tentacles poked out, and the whole person was completely restrained-

And the warlock uncle didn't realize how terrifying he was now, and threw himself into the sea and caught the fish.

Sikong: .....

Suddenly, I didn't know whether to envy these two guys or grieve for them.

But....

It's still cool not to have to work, after all.

After about ten minutes, Lin Chou took the lead on the boat,

"What about the Warlock?"

Sikong fingers pointing below,

"Playing in the water down there—where did this bird come from?"

Lin Chou was holding a bonito more than one meter long, this thing is nothing unusual, in the cataclysmic era, as long as there is a sea, there will be a bonito figure - according to the perennial observation of the scientific research institute, it has been concluded that the bonito has incredible adaptability to the origin, even if there is no grade of bonito, it can even eat the highest third-order marine beast without exploding on the spot.

As we all know, the colder and deeper the waters, the better the quality of the meat of the bonito, and the people of Meiguang insist that the bonito in the atoll, which sails 1,300 nautical miles northeast from Meiguang Port, is the most delicious, and the price of a second-order bonito produced there can even exceed that of some third-order land animals.

As for the birds that Sikong said...

"Oh, this thing seems to be called a big frigate bird, and another group of fish came after me."

The poor seabird had already broken its neck, and its wingspan was about two meters, and it looked quite mighty with white feathers, red eye sockets, and a huge hooked beak.

"This, this, this, can you eat this?"

After waiting for a while, Uncle Warlock also returned with loot that matched his painting style.

A giant octopus that constantly changes color like a marquee—a standard eight-tentacle, each more than a meter long.

In addition to this, there are several palm-sized black gold abalones.

"The black gold abalone here is so small," the warlock complained, "Anyway, the abalone eats sea urchins, and why can't you even see a sea urchin on the bottom of the sea near here?" It's full of small abalones underneath... It's almost overflowing..."

Lin Chou divided the bonito into three slices with a few knives, and the slightly cyan fish bones were thrown into the pot by him and stewed together with abalone and kelp.

The bonito meat is small and the beautiful red meat is very rich in fat, and the knife will be covered with shiny fat after a few cuts.

Sashimi, fish shabu-shabu, octopus and abalone sashimi, eating fresh shabu-shabu and sashimi in front of an ocean, Lin Chou has two words written all over his face - self! Composed!

Ah, this is the taste of happiness~

"Hey, don't enjoy your expression so much, it's too scary," Sikong glared at Lin Chou with disgust, "We're all on this boat, although we are friends, but please don't make a rippling expression of 'surrounded by beautiful girls with me'!" ”

Lin Chou: "So sure enough, the brains of some spiritual guys who treat their friends as girlfriends can always be opened in unexpected places for us serious people." ”

Warlock: "I always feel like I'm out of place with the two of you, is it because I'm not perverted enough?" ”

Sikong: .....

WDNMD, why do you always have to talk about this matter, hey, isn't it true that you Lin someone is not responsible for this kind of thing, you really want to talk about it, you are still half a father of a white amateur!

Of course, it is impossible to say this kind of thing - isn't it tantamount to admitting his improper relationship with the white family?

Sikong didn't hear it, and concentrated on enjoying the food.

Because of his physique, Sikong rarely eats this kind of raw food.

But I have to say that the bonito meat that seems to be still trembling slightly is really, really, really a delicious taste that cannot be refused, and when you dip it in the flavored sauce, the deliciousness and moisture of the fish melt in your mouth like ice cream...

And Sikong is very good at changing the topic - especially for Lin Chou's simplicity.

"Damn, why does this bonito taste completely different from what I usually eat?"

"Oh, of course it's different, the sashimi you eat is not the freshest, the fish is bled into the freezing cabin immediately after being caught on the boat, and when the fish returns to the ship, the fish are afraid that they have been frozen for ten days and half a month, and then they have to go through several processing processes, the main one is to store it in the freezer at -3 °C for several days, which is equivalent to an alternative 'aging' means, preparing for the sashimi, removing acid and giving the fish a certain fermented flavor."

林Chou says:

"Many people like sashimi meat processed in this way, because the fishy smell is not so strong, but on the other hand, the umami of the fish itself is also greatly reduced."

Lin Chou didn't realize that he had fallen into Sikong's position from the first word, if Huang Dashan was here, he could use this topic to tear off Sikong's face and use it as an insoles.

Sikong's response to a large pile of professional explanations was one word:

"Oh..."

Lin Chou: ???

The topic transfer is complete, you beep Lai Lai, this big lump, I listen to it, and every word is counted as my son's loss.

Among these foods, the most popular is octopus.

Lin Chou sliced the octopus obliquely into thin slices and mixed it with fresh wasabi sauce, soy sauce, orange vinegar, sesame oil, chopped green onions, garlic paste, and chili peppers.

Stimulate! Cowhide! Goosebumps all over my body!

Ha, I don't think anyone would dare to say that this thing is not new?

"Crunch, squeak..."

It's a little scary and a little unstoppable, Sikong's eyes are round when he chews this thing.

"Anyway, is this creature like octopus really native to our earth, not some alien creature?"

Uncle Warlock suddenly came to the spirit,

"Since before the Cataclysm, the scientific and metaphysical communities have been debating whether we humans created the Cthulhu system based on this thing or the other way around, you think about it, you savor it."

Commonplace disdainful answer,

"When you're sitting next to me, you make me think about this kind of question, do you think it's appropriate?"

Uncle Warlock slowly typed an exclamation mark,

"Anyway, your angle of thinking about the problem is very tricky~"

"It's windy, it feels like a storm," Lin Chou suddenly said, "Warlock, is your crayfish reliable?" ”

The thumping of the warlock's chest,

"Don't worry, it's absolutely reliable, thunder and rain or something, it won't affect the speed of the Crayfish at all..."

The storm on the dark sea is definitely the nightmare of all sea hunting ships, as long as the source crystal rain falls, the vast majority of evolutionaries don't even dare to show up, in case something happens, the sea hunting ship's defense ability will definitely drop by more than one or two grades-and there are too many strange creatures in the sea to count, they are happy to run out when the source crystal rain makes waves.