It is not easy to prepare such a huge fish for lunch.
This is not only a technical job, but also a physical job.
Fortunately, Duncan was driven by the fisherman's sense of mission and his passion for improving the food, allowing him to tackle the big fish caught today with full motivation.
He worked in the kitchen for a long time and finally successfully removed the bone spurs on the ugly monster fish's head, and then stumbled and cut its fat body into several pieces. The head of the monster fish had little meat, so he temporarily threw it aside. The belly and back of the fish did have some good meat, which was very suitable to become food on the Lost Hometown.
It may seem a little strange that a captain is busy in the kitchen himself, but Duncan enjoys it very much - I just wonder how ordinary people who are terrified of the Lost Homeland would react if they saw this scene. Would they be surprised that the terrifying ghost captain has such a simple and down-to-earth side, or would they first admire Duncan's excellent fishing skills
While cutting the meat of the strange fish into several pieces, Duncan suddenly thought of this problem. In a good mood, he couldn't help laughing, thinking that maybe there would be a day in the future when he would kindly invite some people to visit the ship - the Homeland Lost would not always be a synonym for disaster, and he himself did not intend to be a cold-blooded ghost captain. After getting to know the world better, he would naturally integrate with the contemporary civilized society.
At that time, the guests on board will be invited to eat fish.
After completing the simple cutting, Duncan temporarily put most of the fish meat into a wooden barrel covered with sea salt, and pushed the heavy wooden barrel into the warehouse deep in the kitchen. He planned to deal with the remaining smaller fish later. At that time, he would pickle them and dry them on the deck. If everything went well, they would become salted fish in the sea breeze.
It’s a pity that there was no liquor on the boat, otherwise there would be more ways to handle the fish.
It is certainly a good thing to have fresh fish to eat every day, but Duncan knows that fishing is always a matter of chance. He had a good harvest today, but it might not be the same in the future - he always has to consider how to process and preserve the excess food.
After all, although the dried meat and cheese stored on the Lost Homeland showed no signs of corruption, he could not be sure whether this was special about the Lost Homeland itself or whether there was something abnormal about the "dried meat" and "cheese". It would not be a good thing to let the fish that were caught with great difficulty rot.
Dried salted fish is at least better than the bacon from a century ago, at least for a change.
Duncan kept the most tender, meaty parts and threw them into the pot to stew with jerky - the jerky acted as a condiment in the process.
This is a waste of food. Any real chef's blood pressure will instantly spike after seeing Duncan's operation. The most suitable way to cook these tender fish meat is to make them into sashimi, and the second best way is to fry or roast them moderately - Duncan himself knows this, but he does this to be on the safe side.
He didn't dare to eat the unfamiliar things he caught from the sea raw. Although in theory marine fish would not carry parasites that were harmful to the human body, and as a "ghost captain" he should not be afraid of ordinary poisons, but what if
In contrast, stewing is the most effective way to process unfamiliar ingredients.
He wanted to try this first, and if he was sure the fish was edible, he would consider other methods.
It was almost mid-afternoon when he finally finished his belated "lunch".
A bowl of fish soup was served. The delicious taste whetted Duncan's appetite, but before that, he carefully forked a piece of fish, blew it cool and placed it in front of the pigeon Ai Yin.
Pigeons certainly don't eat meat - but "Ai Yin" can hardly be called a normal pigeon.
Duncan needed to satisfy his curiosity. There were so many things he wanted to try on the Lost Homeland.
As for what to do if this "abnormal pigeon" is really poisoned after eating the fish... Duncan actually has preparations.
Firstly, he had processed the ingredients as best as possible, so letting the pigeon have a try was just a formality. Secondly, if Ai Yin was really in trouble, he could immediately use the green fire to pull it into the spiritual state - he had tried it before, and Ai Yin in the spiritual state was the same as the feedback sent back by the brass compass, which was equivalent to an "item" controlled by the spiritual fire. He could even decompose and reorganize the spiritual Ai Yin and teleport it to a designated location around him. In this case, ordinary toxins would definitely not be effective.
Ai Yin tilted his head to watch Duncan's operation. After confirming that the piece of fish meat was for him, he first pecked the table next to him with his beak, and looked at Duncan and the ceiling with his eyes: "Are you sure this melon is ripe?"
Duncan: "Just tell me whether you want to eat it or not."
Ai Yin raised his wings and imitated Duncan's tone: "Just tell me whether you want to eat it or not!"
Then it lowered its head and pecked at the cold fish meat quickly. With amazing speed, it finished the food which didn't look like food for pigeons in any way in just a few bites!
After finishing the meal, Ai Yin stretched his neck and then walked around the table in a proud manner. He seemed to be very happy. After walking around for a while, he came back to Duncan and shouted, "It smells so good! It smells so good!"
Duncan stared at the pigeon in amazement, and an emotion suddenly popped up in his mind - this thing now combines "pigeon, delicious smell, and repeater" into one!
With all three elements, he is the light of mankind (Earth). If you draw the free nine-square grid, I'm afraid he can be considered an Earthling...
After a while, Duncan confirmed that the pigeon had no abnormal reaction and he was completely relieved.
The captain of the Lost Homeland and his pet hid in the kitchen and feasted on food.
The fish was indeed delicious, just as Duncan had seen it in his dream.
…
The setting sun is gradually approaching the high walls at the edge of the city, and the towering chimneys, pipes and towers of the Pland city-state are gradually bathed in the pale golden light.
In the central area of the city, on the high ground where the Storm Cathedral was located, there was a loud sound of the ringing of a bell, accompanied by the sharp whistle of steam rushing out of the pressure relief valve. A large cloud of white mist gushed out from the top of the tower on the side of the church, covering the sky above the high ground like clouds, reflecting the golden sunlight from the sea.
This is a signal representing the alternation of day and night—a reminder that the power of the sun is quickly fading and the Creator of the World is about to take over the dominant position in the sky.
The earthly order will then go from stable to unstable, and the influence from the "deep" world will rapidly intensify as night falls, and this process will continue until the sun rises the next day.
In the night, cautious people will choose to stay at home, and those who have to go out will try to stay in brightly lit places - gas lamps blessed by the priests can dispel the malice in the night to the greatest extent.
But no matter what, this is at least a prosperous and stable city-state. Under the protection of the sacred Storm Cathedral, even the deepest influences of the world will be suppressed below the critical point of safety. The occasional abnormal phenomena in the city are just harmless minor problems. Ordinary citizens know how to ensure the safety of their homes. There are also church guards who patrol at night and take over the work of the sheriff to ensure the order of the city after nightfall.
But just as there are always shadows that cannot be illuminated under the brightest street lights - even under the noses of the church's guardians, there are always foolish people who yearn for darkness and subversion. They fear and hate the existing order of the world, and in their fanaticism they look forward to a "good old days" that even they have never seen.
Fortunately, in city-states where the forces of order dominate, these subversives can only hide in the shadows most of the time.
On the edge of the city-state, deep in an abandoned sewer entrance, several figures in black robes were huddled in the corner of the room.
This used to be a room for sewer maintenance managers to take a break, but now it has been forgotten as urban planning has changed. The unattended corner has become a safe haven for cultists who have fled in panic - a dim oil lamp was hung on the wall, and the flickering light illuminated several gloomy, fearful, and resentful faces.
A thirty-year-old black-robed man was lying on a pile of rags on the ground, clenching his teeth, his face was pale, and his breathing was weak and chaotic. Others sat near him, and someone cursed in a low voice: "Those damn church hyenas..."
"We lost a large number of compatriots, and the messenger also died in the ceremony..." Another person said hoarsely, "How could the sacred ceremony suddenly get out of control..."
"That sacrifice... Obviously because of that sacrifice, he is obviously a pawn of heresy..."
"Listen," a man in a black robe suddenly tilted his head to listen, then raised his hand and pointed upwards, "It's the sound of the evening bell and the whistle."
"... It's almost night," the black-robed man who cursed first said in a low voice, looking uneasily at his "compatriot" who was lying on the floor and was obviously in a very bad state, "Damn it... I hope he can survive tonight..."