Chapter 314 Shadow of Grilled Fish

The seafood shop owner's ugly face finally slowly melted away, and he smiled with relief.

Although the guests were cheering and making a lot of noise, they were mostly just there to watch the fun, and very few of them were actually willing to spend money to buy it.

After taking the fish and paying the money, I was about to turn around and leave, but between the figures, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, short and thin—Old Patch.

His traitorous appearance is still as unconventional as ever, and he has lost some weight, but he is much more energetic. He always has a traitorous smile on his face, which is his signature.

I walked up to him and greeted him: "What a coincidence, expert!"

Old Patch raised his eyes, saw me, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I met you here. Are you here to buy fish?"

He asked knowingly with his eyes on my bag.

I also exchanged meaningless words with him: "Yes, you too?"

Old Patch chuckled, "What a coincidence, so am I."

While exchanging pleasantries that were completely nutritious, I saw old Patch staring at the fish in my pocket and occasionally rubbing his hands.

I sneered, shook my head slightly, and thought to myself: This profiteer's greed for petty gains has emerged again.

So, I took two fish out of the bag and handed them to him.

Old Patch smiled mischievously and said, "Why is this so embarrassing?"

I said: "What's the point of being embarrassed? Just take it. I'll have to ask you to help me build a weapon tomorrow."

Old Patch chuckled and put the fish into his pocket.

Then, he picked two more sea fish that could be stewed, and went out with me. I asked him: "How is your wife's condition?"

Old Patch's eyes were full of love and peace of mind, and he said: "It's much better, I don't cough much anymore, but I haven't woken up yet."

"Well, it seems that Raphael's prescription is very effective." I asked again: "How did you do with the equipment I asked you to build last time?"

"You don't have to worry about this. The leather of the demonized spider legs is very good and has excellent toughness, so it will take some time to make it."

I reminded: "This time, don't 'lose' that piece of leather again."

"Don't worry." Old Patch patted his chest and said, "I guarantee this as an expert!"

After that, we said goodbye.

After returning home, the female compatriots were comparing the newly bought clothes, the male compatriots were preparing to put food on the iron drill, and Lily and Xiaozhi got together, not knowing what they were discussing.

I can't understand the thoughts of Lily, this little loli, not because she is naive, but because she is too weird. In the entire guild, there are so many people, but she is the only one who can communicate fluently with Xiaozhi, and she speaks Zephyr Continental. , Xiaozhi is speaking the language of insects.

To be honest, I couldn't understand the different meanings of Xiao Zhi's squeaks with the same tone, but Lily could understand them completely.

I once asked Lily, how do you identify the different meanings in the little squeaks?

Lily answered me and said: This is easy to distinguish. The sounds of different volumes have different meanings~

I was confused.

Then I asked Loki, who was closest to Lily.

Comrade Rocky said that he was also in a confused state, but Lily seemed to be born with the ability to communicate with many insects and animals without any obstacles.

I just felt so dumb and speechless: Talent is just so awesome sometimes!

When handing the fish to Barbara, she had just finished changing into a princess skirt. She looked all cute. However, when she saw the delicious sea fish, her cuteness suddenly disappeared. Time was replaced by the power of foodies.

If I hadn't tried my best to restrain her, she would have definitely put on a princess dress and ran to the stove first to act as the barbecue chef.

Oil smoke, seasonings and sparks are the mortal enemies of beautiful clothes. Under my strong request, she finally ran back to the house helplessly, changed out of the clothes she usually wore, and then took the fish bag with a greedy look on her face. , opened the bag, took a deep sniff of the fishy smell emanating from the fish, and then looked intoxicated.

I'm ashamed, but I still understand.

Because of the differences in sense organs, everyone will have a preference for different smells.

I have seen that some people like the aroma of roses, some like the rotting smell of wood, some like the smell of paint, and some like the smell of car exhaust.

What's more, I also heard that some islanders like to smell the smell of girls' farts, which is a bit too strong.

Then, with a greedy look on her face, Barbara left the group of people changing clothes and couldn't wait to light the stove to grill the fish.

I ordered the stove, but I didn't grill the fish. To be honest, I don't know how to grill fish.

Although I am very good at cooking, cooking and grilling fish are completely different. I can control the heat of frying, but I have no control over the degree of charcoal grilling.

I think back to the time when I tried to bake a caught sea fish on a small homemade stove. I cooked it according to the method in my memory of the male protagonist in the TV series grilling fish. Then that day, I had a meal of grilled fish that was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. .

Once again, I tried grilling the fish in the same way, but in order to fully cook the fish, I extended the grilling time.

This time, the fish was indeed cooked, but it was a little too cooked and turned into char with a fishy smell.

This experience was like a shadow that lingered around me. After that, I decided never to grill fish again.

After getting to know Barbara, she also pestered me to cook fish dishes for her. I cooked four dishes skillfully, and Barbara was full of praise for the food. Then, the nightmare came, and she actually asked me to help me. Grill a fish.

I shuddered at that time and wanted to refuse, but seeing how pitiful she looked, I couldn't open my mouth, so I calmed down and started grilling the fish.

I won’t go into details about the process, but the result was that Barbara completely gave up on the idea of ​​letting me grill fish.

From then on, whenever the fish happened to be grilled, Barbara would do it herself, and I would be responsible for lighting the fire, fanning the air, and delivering the condiments.

Not long after, the aroma of grilled fish overflowed and filled the entire small courtyard. The male compatriots were drooling while trying their best to complete the final work of putting on food.

The female compatriots put down their clothes and walked to the stove very quickly, looking at the grilled fish on it.

It was a very delicious barbecue dinner. Everyone was satisfied with the meal, patted their chubby bellies, and went back to their rooms to rest.

I also lay in bed, listening to Jackson's snoring, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

So I sat up and decided to take a walk in the yard.

As soon as I got up, I heard a slight noise coming from the yard, like a little mouse eating wood.