Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

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."

Ganfan'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 light 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 know 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 may not be very tasty. 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 were still unsatisfied.

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.