The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The high priest still had no reaction: Praise you, my friend.

Fuck! Zhao Chuanxin was speechless and really stingy: Let's eat.

The roasted pig is only marinated in sea salt and has no other condiments.

The furry skin on the outside is definitely crispy, but the meat on the inside is tender.

Zhao Chuanxin tore off a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it. The bland meat made him feel a little hard to swallow.

The high priest thought he was thirsty, so he ordered a coconut bowl to be brought.

This is birken, friends from far away, you can try it.

Zhao Chuanxin looked inside and saw that the drink called Birken was mainly made of white coconut juice, mixed with pineapple, macadamia nuts, rambutan, mango and other fruits and nuts cut into pieces.

He took a sip and found that there must be sugar in it. The sourness of the fruit relieved the sweetness, and it tasted pretty good.

He handed the bowl directly to Miao Cuihua.

Miao Cuihua didn't mind it either. She took the bowl and drank. After drinking, her eyes lit up: I have never drank this before.

The means of transportation in this era were limited, and the flavor of tropical fruits was simply not something outsiders could taste.

If it tastes good, just drink more. It doesn't matter.

This pork was hard for Zhao Chuanxian to swallow no matter what.

Looking at Miao Cuihua again, the two saw similar thoughts in each other's expressions.

This made Miao Cuihua sigh: I remember when I took Ming Xin to escape famine in western Liaoning. Not to mention pork, when I was hungry, even the rough-faced steamed buns, which were as hard as rocks, tasted delicious even if they were dipped in water. If I had such a fat head, Pig, we can all wake up laughing in our dreams. But now, we can’t eat it anymore.”

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously: Humans are all fond of leisure and hate work. It is easy to change from frugality to luxury and from luxury to frugality. Let's not go against our nature. Let me go and get you some food.

Hedonism, Zhao Chuanxin is good at it.

With that said, he called Ganfan: Let's go to the sea to play.

Gan Fan's eyes lit up.

The high priest heard that he was going to the sea and asked him: Do you need a boat?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: No need.

Diamond Head Mountain is like a sickly crouching dragon, dividing the sea and the sky. Under the sun, whether it is golden or dark ocher, it is as clear and flawless as that piece of peridot.

Zhao Chuanxin slipped into the sea quietly, but Qianfan walked on the water.

A group of Kanaka people looked dumbfounded.

The high priest saw another manifestation of Ma Na.

I saw Zhao Chuanxin suddenly appear more than ten meters away, while Qinggong was floating on the water, walking on the sea as if he were walking on flat ground, chasing after him.

One person and one dog ran away very far away in a short time.

The high priest wiped the sweat from his forehead with his dark and dry old hands: This distant friend is not Kuku, the god of war. He should be Kula, the god of fishermen!

Even though Zhao Chuanxin was away, Jixi still conscientiously translated the words to Li Shutong and the others.

Liu Yuanshan asked innocently: Mr. Li, is Brother Charcoal Burner really the god of fishermen? Why does he swim so fast? Why can dry rice run on the sea?

Li Shutong shook his head: Of course not. As for the specific reason? I think it should be a spell.

It didn't take long for the fisherman god Zhao Chuanxin to return.

Ganfan was the vanguard, running wildly across the sea and landing on Jiji Beach first.

Then came Zhao Chuanxin, who emerged from the shoal and emerged from the sea, carrying a bamboo fish basket in his hand.

He fished out an eel from the fish basket, took out the elf carving knife, raised the knife with his hand, disembowelled the eel, and cleaned out the internal organs.

After handling all the eels and washing them with sea water, he came back carrying the eels.

What are you doing standing still? High Priest, let me start a fire, I want to show you my skills!

The high priest said: You are the god of fishermen, right?

Zhao Chuanxin said indifferently: I am not a god. I am the dusk of the gods. Even the gods will look down upon me when they see me!

The high priest wanted to reprimand him and prevent him from being so delirium.

However, he didn't dare to speak, he was a bit evil...

The others brought a bunch of pandanus leaves and kukui tree trunks and branches. Zhao Chuanxin put on his mud trowel gloves and pretended to be mysterious: There are nine stars in the sky, nine foods on the earth, three evil spirits at every hour, and a golden god every year. Hurry like a law!

Who is not a high priest these days?

The sand on Jiji Beach, guided by some magical power, swirled, gathered, solidified, and finally turned into a rock stove.

The high priest exclaimed: Canaro, the god of earth!

Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand why, he laughed and said, You're showing off your shame.

The Kukui tree is very oily and burns very brightly when ignited.

All kinds of grass and trees have a fruit-like aroma after burning.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised.

It would be a pity not to have a barbecue this time.

Place a row of iron plates on the stove, place eel pieces on each iron plate, fry the fish skin in hot oil, and season with mirin stolen from a Japanese shop in Jemulpo, soy sauce, sugar, and a little salt. Cook until the soup thickens.

Zhao Chuanxin used a shovel in one hand and chopsticks in the other, working together with both hands to quickly turn the eel over until it was fully cooked.

The seasonings flashed in his hand, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

This kind of cooking method is something that the high priest and others have never seen before.

Everyone was so excited that they started flowing out.

Zhao Chuanxin took a plate and quickly shoveled out a piece of fish for Miao Cuihua: Sister Hua, try it. The meat is very tender, and it's guaranteed to be enjoyable. It's a pity that it's not pickled, so it might not be very tasty, so dip it in the soup. eat.

There are many people who do not eat other seafood but are obsessed with eels. There are reasons for this.

Miao Cuihua was also polite. The sweet and salty eel was really tender and delicious.

Zhao Chuanxin gave everyone a little bit, not much, but everyone could get a taste of it.

The eel was mainly caught for Miao Cuihua. Zhao Chuanxin didn't eat much of it himself. After all, there were more monks and less meat.

Several iron plates were almost polished to a mirror surface by tongues, and these people still had more to say.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: Bring the pork. I want it to be fat and thin.

This time Ning An took the initiative to run over and cut the meat.

The pork is already roasted, and the roasting method of burying it in the sand can lock in the moisture.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a large iron plate, poured oil on it, and placed the pork slices on it. The fat melted and the oil sizzled.

Cumin grains, crushed peanuts, sesame seeds, soy sauce, salt, sugar, pepper powder, cinnamon powder, ginger powder, star anise powder, clove powder...

Finally sprinkle some chili powder.

The pork that has already been roasted is lightly oiled on the baking pan and dipped in some condiments, and the flavor is diffused.

The high priest, Jixi and others had their butts pulled with a knife today and their eyes were opened!

Zhao Chuanxin gave them either a porcelain bowl or a coconut bowl, and each of them took a piece of meat.

How about a taste?

These native Hawaiians can never be called old men, they are just a group of old haters who guard the treasures of nature and waste them.

The roasted pork was rolled in condiments and reheated. It was a bit too dry for Zhao Chuanxin, but for their Wu Zang Temple, it was a rare feast.

There were sounds of slurping and swallowing all around, and no one spoke.

The high priest's teeth were incomplete, and the meat was inevitably a bit old after two processes, so it was too chewy for him.

He finally swallowed it and muttered: You even used mona for cooking. I was blessed by the God of Maui today, so I can eat such delicious food...

He was stubborn and believed that except for the energy of numbness, no other ingredients and condiments could be so delicious.

Zhao Chuanxin admitted without blushing: Yes, this is Ma Na, you are right!

I thought that in addition to the numbing, it would be more perfect if I added some onions to bring out the flavor, so that the meat would not be so dry.

If the pork is enough, he will eat it too.

Don't tell me, this dried meat belongs to Ganba, but it has a different style.

Otherwise, why would there be such dry foods as beef jerky and spicy rabbit?

Someone brought bowls of mashed cassava and sweet potatoes, a staple food.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't mind it either, so he had three big bowls of roast pork.

Just when he was about to eat the fourth bowl, Miao Cuihua stopped him: If you eat too much cassava, it will be difficult to digest and easy to bloat, so don't eat it.

Li Shutong was also full and looked on sourly.

He told Ning An: If you have such a confidant to pass on your talents, you will have no regrets in life.

Well, Sister Hua should be there to serve Mr. Hua, not his confidant.

Ning'an volunteered to lead Zhao Chuanxin's horse, and vaguely considered himself a follower. Of course, he understood the relationship between Zhao Chuanxin and Miao Cuihua.

Li Shutong was stunned.

He didn't expect this. He originally thought that between Zhao Chuanxin and Miao Cuihua...

During this time together, everyone became familiar with each other. Liu Yuanshan said in a constricting manner: Mr. Li, do you think Sister Hua is beautiful?

Don't talk nonsense. Li Shutong's face suddenly turned red: However, the clear and handsome man is the Chu, the hairpin is flickering to the moon, the bright wrist is condensing with the moth, and the tenderness is tender. When I look at the country, in terms of beauty and charm, there is no one who can surpass me. It's just that. I don’t know why she remains unknown until now.”

In this era, people don’t have much entertainment after dinner, and chewing tongues is a great pleasure.

Although the information is not smooth, as long as you are really beautiful, your reputation will spread, and these reputations will last longer than the fragmented information of later generations.

Liu Yuanshan glanced at Miao Cuihua, then at Zhao Chuanxin, and analyzed: I guess Sister Hua is so outstanding not only because of her beauty, but also because of her hair accessories, her clothes, and her behavior, just like the New Deal , like new learning, it is a beauty that conforms to the charm of the new era.”

Li Shutong was stunned, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be exactly what Liu Yuanshan said.

He thought for a moment, if Miao Cuihua wore the wide sleeves of a Qing Dynasty woman, it would completely cover up her thrilling figure; if her big forehead was exposed, it would be a disgrace; finally, if she had her feet bound...

Only in this way, wearing new and well-fitting clothes, having a trendy and suitable hairstyle, not making your face pale, but instead carving the natural flowers of hibiscus from clear water, is the most beautiful and charming one.

Li Shutong gave him a high-five - as expected.

Zhao Chuanxin looked over in surprise: What's wrong?

Li Shutong said in a panic: Oh, it's nothing.

At this time, the high priest said: Friends from afar, the flame is still there, please join us in the Kashiko dance. We will dance until dark, open the door of spiritual energy, and calm the war in the future...

Zhao Chuanxin felt that there was still enough time, so he said, I just finished eating. I can't jump because it will cause gastroptosis. You jump, and I'll just watch.

A group of Kanaka people got excited, lined up on Kiki Beach, and started performing.

Ji Xi stayed here because he wanted to be a translator for Zhao Chuanxin, but his face showed longing and he couldn't wait to participate.

He said to Zhao Chuanxin: Kala, the dancing god, will give us strength. We use the scenes of war to dance. When God sees us, he will calm down the real war in the future.

Miao Cuihua watched with great interest. She felt that if this exotic dance could be made more charming, maybe she could learn it. If she danced for Zhao Chuanxin in a skirt, would he...

Zhao Chuanxin also stared at those women, not because they were good-looking, but because he felt that the handkerchiefs they were wearing were like wearing a flower quilt that was about to fall off at any time.

This is very itchy. Zhao Chuanxin couldn't take his eyes away, just waiting for the skirt to fall off...