Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 92 Boiled Fish

Jiang Luoluo didn't have to wait too long. Little Fish King Biao told her to wait a while, and it really was only a short while.

Less than half an hour later, Little Fish King Biao reappeared at the end of the road.

With a large water fish that was two meters long on its back, Little Fish King Biao had to almost lift the fish off its head to prevent its tail from touching the ground.

"The soft-shelled turtle you wanted." As he approached, Little Fish King Biao put the soft-shelled turtle down from his back, let out a long sigh of relief, and wiped the water from his forehead.

Perhaps because it had just been in the water, Little Fish King was completely soaked, and for a moment Jiang Luoluo couldn't tell whether it was sweat or just river water.

As Little Fish King raised his head, Jiang Luoluo noticed his bleeding palm, where a large patch of flesh was torn apart, as if it had been violently rubbed against something, causing an abrasion.

But Little Fish King seemed oblivious, as if he had long since become accustomed to the pain rather than feeling no pain at all.

Jiang Luoluo looked down at the large water fish lying on the ground, which would occasionally bounce up to prove that it was still alive.

"One pound of fish, ten pounds of strength." Jiang Luoluo had heard this saying somewhere, which said that a fish with a weight of one pound in the water can exert the strength of ten pounds.

It is used to describe the unique talent that fish have in the water.

So how much strength can a fish that is nearly two meters long exert in the water, and how did Little Fish King Biao manage to catch it from the water?

He was only eleven or twelve years old.

Jiang Luoluo pursed her lips but didn't say anything. She simply placed the jam in Little Fish King Biao's arms, indicating that the exchange had been successfully completed.

"Are you... sad again? Because I'm injured?" Little Fish King Biao looked at the cub in front of him and asked with some confusion.

The cub always seemed to be sad about things that had nothing to do with her.

But isn't getting injured a normal thing? If he wants food, he has to exchange it for something, and injuries are just part of the price he has to pay.

……

"Is Luo still worried about Biao?" He covered the soft-shelled turtle with large leaves.

The cave was full of fruit, and there was no space to put a large soft-shelled fish that was nearly two meters long. So, Brown had to find a shady spot outside to put it down and find something to cover it so that the fish wouldn't die from the sun too quickly.

According to He, it is normal for members of the tribe to get injured, regardless of age. As long as it is not a fatal injury or a limb amputation, it is not a big problem.

After all, that's how He grew up.

So Brown couldn't understand the cub's sentimentality... that little injury wouldn't kill anyone.

Jiang Luoluo couldn't explain what made her sad; it was the children she had seen who were able to live happy lives—she had seen the bright and dazzling sun, which was why she felt sorrow for the darkness.

Fortunately, at this time, Mao and Akaya returned from the Taz Forest, carrying large bags and small packages of fruit to Mao's house.

In other words, the two houses were not far apart, and there was no heavy rain to obstruct their view. In addition, He and Jiang Luoluo happened to be outdoors and noticed the two of them returning immediately.

"Where did this soft-shelled turtle come from?" Chi's nose twitched as he smelled the distinct scent of soft-shelled turtle in the air. His nearsighted eyes scanned the surroundings and landed precisely on the soft-shelled turtle hidden by the grass.

Why did you cover it up?

"Luo is worried that the soft-shelled turtle will die too quickly and go bad before we can eat it, so he's looking for something to protect it," Brown replied.

The thing that the tribe dislikes most about soft-shelled turtles is that they cannot be stored for long periods of time; once they die, they start to rot and smell in less than a day.

If soft-shelled turtles could be stored stably, given the food shortage in the tribe, even if they tasted terrible, each family would stock up on them. Even if they tasted terrible, it would be better than the feeling of going hungry in winter.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." Due to its various disadvantages, the soft-shelled turtle successfully got the tribe to remove it from their diet.

Jiang Luoluo was trying to put the soft-shelled turtle back in.

"Soft-shelled turtle for lunch? Great!" Chi raised both hands in agreement.

However, the soft-shelled turtle was too big, and Jiang Luoluo didn't have a pot to cook it. Even if she could cut the turtle into pieces and cook it, she would still have to consider cooking jam in the stone pot later.

She certainly didn't want her jam to have a fishy smell.

So the group quickly packed up and soon carried the huge turtle to the top of the mountain to find the shaman... to borrow a pot.

Chi carried the fish on his back, while Jiang Luoluo, Mao, and He each carried their own portion of meat, along with some jam, seasonings, and other similar items.

Let's cook lunch together on the mountaintop later, otherwise if we make soft-shelled turtle for Chi, the others won't have anything to eat.

Jiang Luoluo was a little uneasy about cooking in front of the fire on the mountaintop for the first time. She felt that cooking with the fire made from the ashes of her ancestors was a bit disrespectful to them.

When I came back a second time, I was noticeably calmer, and I could even think of those unspeakable, hellish jokes like, "I wonder which ancestor I'm cooking today."

The shaman was making herbs in the wooden hut. When Chi went to find the shaman, he only glanced at Chi through the window and casually waved him off, leaving Chi to do it himself without any intention of interfering.

“I’ve already eaten, so don’t call me when it’s ready,” Wu added.

He's been eating soft-shelled turtle for every meal for the past two days, and it's really getting to him.

I thought I could rest for a while, but I didn't expect that after only a few days, I would start eating soft-shelled turtles again.

However, the shaman did not lie, nor would he lie about this; he had indeed eaten it.

When Jiang Luoluo and the other two also came up to the top of the mountain, Wu realized that the one who should be cooking today was the cub.

As for the cub's craftsmanship... the witch saw the string of fire-burnt flowers the cub was carrying and silently closed the window.

Sure enough, not long after the pot was started, a strong spicy aroma wafted into the wooden house.

Then it transformed into a mouthwatering aroma.

Wu sniffed the air, discerned the components of the scent, and shook his head with a smile. It smelled good, but he wasn't about to be swayed by a little bit of deliciousness.

Jiang Luoluo, outside the wooden house, was preparing a special dish called boiled fish. The name boiled fish sounds very elegant, as if it is just boiled in water, but in reality it is a really spicy dish with a strong flavor, and most people can't handle the spiciness.

First, scald the whole turtle with boiling water to remove the mucus on the skin. Then, dissect the whole fish, remove the bones and fins, and cut the fish meat into small pieces.

The fish needs to be salted and then rinsed clean. The amount of bitter salt in the tribe is limited, so it needs to be used sparingly. Therefore, the bitter salt water used after rinsing will be added to the fish soup for seasoning, so that nothing is wasted.

Although it may have a slightly fishy smell, that minor flaw is insignificant.

The fish bones also need to be marinated and cooked with cooking wine to remove the fishy smell. Jiang Luoluo simply used her own semi-finished fruit wine as a substitute. She didn't have starch or anything like that, so she temporarily ignored it.

Proceed directly to the next step.