After having dinner at Tang Kui's place, I was delayed for a long time because of buying chickens, so it was already dark when I got home.
Bai Lu originally wanted to go to Feng Yi's house to see the koi. The koi he caught from Feng Yi's pond last time had become much slimmer after being taken home for a while. The feed he fed was carefully selected, and he even changed the pond to the largest one with the best location, but the fish was visibly thinner! Fortunately, it was in good spirits.
In fact, they look similar to the other koi in his home, and outsiders mostly praise them, but Bai Lu always feels that they are not as likable as they were when they were in Feng Yi's pond.
Bai Lu learned from Feng Yi that the koi at Feng Yi's home were still plump and round, which made him more interested. He wanted to go and take a look, and it would be even better if he could learn some experience. But it was getting late, so he made another appointment.
After hearing this, Mo Xiaoguang also said that he would come with Bai Lu when the time comes, and he wanted to catch two koi fish to bring back.
It's not that he believes in Feng Shui, he just wants to join in the fun and is curious. Koi fish are always the same? How fat can they get? Are they as fat as those stupid koi fish in the park next door that are often fed
Mo Xiaoguang and Bai Lu sent Feng Yi home and left.
Feng Yi didn't take anything with him when he left today, but when he came back he brought a box of fish and two chickens.
A lively chicken.
Xiao Bing knew Feng Yi's appetite and knew that he would definitely not be full outside, so dinner was prepared on time.
Feng Yi gave the fish he brought back to Xiao Bing, and Chef Xiao Bing knew how to clean it.
As for the two chickens...
With his many years of cooking experience, Xiao Bing knew at a glance that the two chickens were not the kind that were raised on a diet of feed alone, so the meat must be of good quality!
I was rubbing my hands together, wondering where to start.
"This chicken looks delicious! Boss, are we going to kill these two chickens tonight? Or should we keep them until tomorrow to cook them right away?"
"Kill tonight."
"okay!"
Xiao Bing said this and walked over to take over.
Feng Yi dodged.
"I'll kill these two and I'll deal with them for you later."
Xiao Bing was stunned, "Oh... Oh! Okay!"
Then he scratched the back of his head and looked at Feng Yi with a puzzled look as he carried two chickens to the basement.
Not far from the kitchen there was an area specifically used for slaughtering live animals. He usually slaughtered the live fish and poultry he bought there, and Feng Yi knew this.
“Why go to the basement to kill a chicken?”
Could it be that the boss has some special hobby
On second thought, the boss is different from ordinary people, so it is understandable that he has some special hobbies.
I just hope the boss can keep the chicken as intact as possible when killing it.
He knew that some novices killed chickens in a horrible way, as if a serious criminal case had occurred. Not only did the chickens suffer, but the people themselves might also be frightened and suffer from psychological trauma for a long time.
Feng Yi didn’t know what kind of horrible and bloody chicken-killing scene Xiao Bing was imagining. He had never killed a chicken before, but he had helped people carry it.
I had a lot of work experience during college, and the span of industries in the early stages was wide, from flyer boy to kitchen helper, from hair salon signboard to hot pot restaurant. Although they were all simple jobs, such as taking promotional photos and handing out ingredients, I did learn some small tricks, at least I was more stable when carrying the chicken all the way to the basement.
The underground laboratory is currently equipped with basic instruments, but it still looks very empty.
But Feng Yi didn't need those today. He carried the chicken to an outer room where there was a laboratory table.
He placed the two chickens at one end of the laboratory table, then changed his clothes, put on gloves, brought a test tube rack and placed it at the other end of the laboratory table.
There were two test tubes on the shelf, as well as two long droppers.
When Feng Yi went to change clothes, he had already brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth. The test tube had also been cleaned and disinfected, so the venom could be directly extracted.
There was a mirror on the experimental table. Feng Yi opened his mouth and took out his fangs to look at them. The two fangs were not used normally, but they were always brushed and cleaned. They were white and clean without any yellow or stains.
"There is no place for you in peacetime!"
If they were born in wartime, they would be able to kill everyone!
Maybe they could have slayed dragons in ancient times! Yes, dinosaurs.
It might even be able to poison zombies in the apocalypse! Theoretically, zombie toxins can control lymphatic circulation and nerve centers. If external toxins can successfully enter the circulatory system and nerve centers controlled by zombie toxins and destroy them, then that would be a success!
Feng Yi entertained himself by imagining various scenarios. He did not rush to remove the poison, but took out an alcohol pad and wiped his arm.
Sitting here without disinfecting with alcohol feels like a lack of ritual.
After wiping it on the arm, the two fangs bit it.
A skilled bite, with some poison injected.
There was no change in the wound, no inflammation, no burning sensation. My mind was still clear.
It will scab over in a while.
Anyway, I don't feel anything. I can't tell how toxic it is, and I can't tell its properties.
I don't know if the body's resistance has increased, or if the venom glands have degenerated due to long-term disuse
If the venom gland is not used for a long time, will the body feel that it is redundant and "degenerate" it because it takes up brain space and affects nerve reflexes
For example, the brain-eating behavior of tunicates is that they eat their own brains when they feel that the brain is useless.
The more Feng Yi thought about it, the more worried he became, and a little nervous.
Take the test tubes off the tube stand, place two test tubes under the two fangs respectively, and then release some poison.
Looking at the scale on the test tube, each test tube had about 5 ml of poison in it. The poison released was not much, and he didn't feel any difficulty anyway.
Feng Yi was just conducting an experiment today and didn't need to take too much venom.
"Left" and "Right" are marked on the test tubes, indicating that the poison was taken from the left fang and the right blocking fang respectively.
Then he took the test tube rack to the other end of the laboratory bench.
He took out a knife from the tool box and made a small cut on each chicken's leg.
A dropper took a little venom from the test tube marked "left" and dripped it on the wound on the hen's drumstick.
The chicken moved slightly and soon died.
Feng Yi even placed a timer next to him, hoping to calculate the time, but he didn't expect it to be of any use at all.
It’s faster than the way the auntie downstairs in the community used to kill chickens!
Feng Yi's anxiety was slightly relieved.
Feng Yi could sense whether he was unconscious or dead, so he could be sure that his poison was still very strong.
He changed the dropper, took the poison from the "right" test tube, and dripped it on the wound of the rooster that had eaten the centipede.
The chicken's flapping noises were a bit loud, but soon died down.
Feng Yi stared at the two chickens.
On the surface, the venom gland does not seem to have degenerated much.
He took out two small tubes and transferred the remaining venom in the test tubes into the small tubes respectively. He fastened the tube caps, sealed them with tape, marked left and right on the small tubes with a pen, and then put them in the freezer.
Today I visited Tang Kui's site, and learned from him that fresh snake venom will go bad if left at room temperature for 24 hours. The temperature in this laboratory is slightly lower than the outside temperature, but not much lower, and it will go bad quickly if left on the countertop.
So Feng Yi froze the remaining venom in the refrigerator. According to Tang Kui, it could be preserved for about half a month to a month, but if it was kept for too long, the toxicity would decrease, so it had to be dealt with as soon as possible.
Just wait for the dryer to arrive.
The storage time can be longer after dehydration and drying.
There wasn’t much venom left from today’s experiment, but Feng Yi was reluctant to throw it away.
Ever since he knew that some snake venom was much more valuable than gold, Feng Yi had thought of storing the venom. The pressure of supporting a family is great!
He has already ordered a batch of preservation tubes, which will arrive tomorrow. When they arrive, he will start storing the venom every day!
Although I don't know how to use the venom in the future, I'll save it first. When the doctor arrives, he should know how to convert it into money without anyone noticing the secret.
After all, we can’t just tell people that this is snake venom…
Wait, this isn't snake venom
He is not a snake!
After packing up the things on the laboratory bench, Feng Yi carried the two chickens out of the laboratory and handed them to Xiao Bing.
Xiao Bing was killing fish. When he saw Feng Yi bringing the chicken over, he quickly stood up and prepared to take it.
"It's better for you to wear gloves." Feng Yi said.
Xiao Bing's movements froze.
"Boss, was this... poisoned?"
"Well, take precautions."
The venom was so poisonous that he was worried that Xiao Bing might accidentally get hurt by the wound on his hand.
He had already wiped off the remaining venom from the wounds on the chicken legs, but he couldn't guarantee how toxic the remaining venom that had already entered their bodies was.
Xiao Bing looked serious and took out a pair of gloves and put them on.
He took the two chickens and looked at the wounds on their legs.
Xiao Bing's expression became more serious.
"Then... Boss, should we keep these two chickens for cooking or just dispose of them?"
Feng Yi thought for a moment and said, "If you can cook, you should cook it. Don't waste it. I'll eat it and you won't have to taste it."
"Okay, boss. But the quality of the meat may be affected, and the color of the dishes will be different from usual." Xiao Bing said.
Normally people kill chickens by slitting their throats and bleeding them because the chicken's throat has arteries that bleed quickly, and the chicken won't twitch for too long, which won't affect the quality of the meat too much.
But if you kill the chicken in the way Feng Yi does, the blood in the blood vessels will not be released and will coagulate in the chicken, causing it to turn black.
In addition, it is poisonous, and the color, aroma and taste of the dishes made from it may be different from normal ones, affecting the texture of the meat. He cannot guarantee whether it is edible.
Xiao Bing needs to explain these to Feng Yi first.
Feng Yi expressed his understanding.
The chicken was killed by his own poison, so even if the chicken is poisonous, it will not affect him.
Besides, proteins are denatured and inactivated at high temperatures, and it is unknown whether they are still toxic after cooking.
At worst, he can try a little bit of it when it's ready, and if there's no problem, we can eat it all. What a waste.
Xiao Bing had said everything that needed to be said, and since Feng Yi had made up his mind, he didn't say anything more.
"Boss, please go have dinner first. I'll keep the food warm in the kitchen."
Xiao Bing carried two chickens over, cleaned them up tonight and cooked them tomorrow.
Feng Yi was also hungry. He didn't even have time to eat when he came back. He went to test the poison first.
When I went to the kitchen, I saw that the butler had already prepared everything and placed it on the dining table. As expected of a butler, he was considerate and thoughtful.
Feng Yi ate quickly, and after finishing his meal, he cleaned up the dishes with the butler. The old butler smiled particularly kindly.
Before going upstairs, Feng Yi went to see Xiao Bing again, intending to ask Xiao Bing what dish to cook with the two cats tomorrow.
When I went over, I saw Xiao Bing plucking chicken feathers with a protective mask on his face.
Feng Yi: “…”
This protection is indeed good enough.
We wear protective masks when plucking chicken feathers, so what about when cooking