Did Yu Chi actually find a way to cook shark fin?
Following the gangplank, they boarded the Zhenyuan, the deck.
Cheng Chumou handed the things in his hand to Fang Er.
It looked roasted?
Taking a bite, Fang Er's eyes immediately lit up.
He didn't know how Li Baoju handled it, but there was no trace of the fishy smell.
The abundant collagen, when eaten, was soft and glutinous, and a little sticky to the teeth.
Better than anything!
Baoju is a chef who was delayed by combat!
Fang Er swallowed the shark fin in his mouth and couldn't help but exclaim.
At this moment, Li Baoju appeared with a large tray, on which was a whole basin of roasted shark fin.
My Lord, I've only made this much. If it's not enough, I'll continue to roast more.
Fang Er took the roasted shark fin, then pointed to Chai Shao and Yu Chi Jingde on the dock: Go, roast another basin for the two Dukes.
After saying that, he took the basin and returned to the cabin.
Cheng Chumou stared blankly.
Holy cow!
He even took the entire basin away. Was he going to send it to Chai Yue?
What about my food?
Yu Chibaolin was comfortably squatting by the kitchen door of the ship, holding a smaller basin, which also contained roasted shark fin.
This guy actually managed to get some beforehand.
Cheng Chumou, who had followed the smell, said ingratiatingly: Brother, give me a couple of pieces!
Yu Chibaolin's mouth was busy, and he didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he turned around with the basin.
The meaning was obvious: you must be dreaming!
Cheng Chumou's eyes rolled.
Baolin, Baolin, come on, give big brother a sniff.
Hearing this, Yu Chibaolin looked at him with a look of horror.
The basin in his hand slipped.
Cheng Chumou's movements were quick, and he grabbed the basin.
Hehehehe! You wouldn't let me eat, and now it's all mine!
After saying that, he ran off with the basin.
In the top-floor cabin, Chai Yue and Xiao Qing looked at the golden roasted shark fin in the basin, picked up a piece, and tasted it.
Mmm!
The eyes of the two women narrowed into crescent moons, and they looked satisfied.
It's so delicious!
Chai Yue called Xing'er, who was tidying up, over and handed her a piece of shark fin.
Come, Xing'er, you try it too.
While one man and three women were eating heartily,
Suddenly, Fang Er smelled a nauseating stench.
Damn it, it's ruining the appetite!
He quickly rushed out of the cabin and looked outside.
He saw that the ten large pots that had been used for boiling whale oil had been cleaned and were now stewing shark meat.
Chai Shao and Yu Chi Jingde were running towards the Zhenyuan with looks of horror.
As soon as they got on deck, they roared at the ship's workers: Set sail, hurry up and set sail!
Zhang Songqi's face on the dock had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
What kind of smell is this fish meat sent by the Marquis of Liaodong!
The smell of raw meat was still acceptable, but this damned thing, once cooked, the smell was comparable to boiling shit!
The soldiers who were cooking the meat all had pale faces, and their stomachs churned like the boiling water in the pots.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Fang Er thought, how could this be allowed?
It would be too wasteful to just throw away all this meat.
So he sent someone to call Li Baoju.
Go, teach them how to handle the shark meat.
Li Baoju was very happy. He enjoyed the wonderful changes brought about by the combination of various ingredients when cooking.
After he left,
Chai Shao and Yu Chi Jingde came to Fang Er's side.
Chai Shao pinched his nose, seemingly choked by the smell.
I say, boy, what kind of sin are you committing? Why does the fish smell so bad when it's cooked?
Yu Chi Jingde also felt a lingering fear.
I've fought battles all my life and haven't died on the battlefield, but I almost died by this pot of cooking meat. What kind of logic is that?
Fang Er could only express his innocence.
Who knows what chemical or physical reaction occurred.
Not long after, Li Baoju returned with a proud look.
My Lord, I have taught them.
Fang Er asked curiously: How did you do it?
Li Baoju scratched his forehead: It's very simple, just dry it and eat it raw.
Uh, that makes sense!
During the drying process, the stench naturally dissipated.
Alright! Notify them, set sail, and depart!
Although Wang Songqi and the others had found a way to deal with the shark meat, the dock was already filled with a strong stench.
They couldn't stay there any longer.
Didn't you see Wang Songqi on the dock directing the soldiers and civilians to move the large pieces of shark meat towards Bishacheng?
Clearly, this guy couldn't take it anymore.
Since the purpose of docking this time was to deliver this shark meat and process the sperm whale,
The matter was handled, and there was no need to stay any longer.
Finding the silver mine was more important.
Given the special circumstances, he did not say goodbye to Wang Songqi and directly ordered the fleet to set sail.
Yu Chi Jingde went to the Zhiyuan.
Liu Meng on the Dingyuan was also driven to the Zhenyuan by Chai Shao.
Regarding this, Fang Er just shook his head. These two guys!
The Zhenyuan led the way, with the Dingyuan and Zhiyuan following on either side.
The three ships set off in a triangular formation towards Pyongyang.
A storm arose at sea, and Fang Er retreated into the cabin, where he was pulled by Chai Yue and played cards with Xiao Qing and Xing'er.
The three women were having a great time, while Fang Er was bored.
With Chai Yue around, they couldn't play games like losing clothes or spanking.
Just playing for money was boring!
After only half an hour, Fang Er couldn't sit still.
Why don't we go out fishing?
Chai Yue's eyes lit up: Okay, okay!
So, the four of them went out of the cabin and had four fishing rods brought.
They were made of bamboo, about three meters long and very thin.
The handle end was only about the thickness of an egg.
These rods were useless for catching large fish, but they were fine for catching small fish for fun.
He took a piece of shark fin from the kitchen, cut it into small cubes, and hung it on the hook.
There were no floats; for sea fishing, they were useless. Whether a fish had taken the bait or not depended entirely on feel.
The fish hooks were made by heating sewing needles until red and then bending them.
He cast the line, concentrating on feeling the rod in his hand.
Perhaps because the development of the ocean in this era was very limited, as soon as the hook baited with shark fin was thrown into the water, Fang Er felt a jolt on the rod in his hand after a moment.
He quickly yanked the fishing rod hard.
Screech!
The sound of the fishing line, made of six strands of hemp twisted together, cutting through the water, and the force transmitted from the fishing rod made Fang Er's adrenaline surge.
The three-meter-long bamboo rod quickly bent into an arc.
This was on a ship, unlike fishing from shore where one could play the fish.
However, without a reel, he could only stalemate with the fish in the water.
Ah! Husband, I've also caught a fish!
Chai Yue raised her fishing rod, her face flushed red. He didn't know how big a fish she had caught below.
Fang Er was speechless.
He hadn't even managed to pull his in yet, and Chai Yue had also hooked one, and judging by her expression, it was impossible for her to reel that fish in.
So he shouted towards the cabin.
Chumou! Baolin!
The two of them were enjoying shark fin and a small drink in the cabin when they heard Fang Er calling them from outside.
They quickly put down their wine glasses, stuffed shark fin into their mouths, and ran out.
Big brother, what's wrong?
Fang Er didn't even have a chance to turn around; the force on his fishing rod was getting stronger.
Help your sister-in-law reel in the fish!
Oh! Okay!
Cheng Chumou quickly went over and took Chai Yue's fishing rod.
This wasn't over yet, as Xiao Qing and Xing'er also hooked fish one after another.
Damn it, there's a school of fish down there!
With two people needing help, Yu Chi Baolin was a bit flustered.
Chai Yue said: Baolin, you go reel in Xiao Qing's fish, and Xiao Qing and I will help Xing'er.
Thus, six people began a tug-of-war with the fish in the water.
Fang Er didn't care if the fishing lines got tangled. After eating my shark fin, you obediently come up and become a meal!
They stalemated for a quarter of an hour, and the fish below showed no signs of weakening.
Cheng Chumou was the first to succeed.
A fish half a meter long, weighing nearly twenty pounds, was dragged onto the deck.
Fang Er's eyes widened in surprise!
This is... Tuna?
Is this a school of young tuna down there?
This thing was a famous delicacy in his previous life.
Those who lived well on the other side loved this delicacy, and there were even auctions every year. It was rumored that one fetched a sky-high price of twenty million RMB.
Although the fish were smaller now, they were still enough to satisfy their appetites.
With this thought, Fang Er's spirits lifted, and he continued to wrestle with the fish in the water.
When all four fishing rods had been reeled in, Fang Er was certain that this was a school of tuna.
My God, how much of a sensation would this have been a thousand years later!