Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

If Fang Hua knew, still kill him?

But if there is no intercourse surgery, it should not be too miserable to die.

As a sacrifice for the task.

The people around him went away one by one, and those who were noisy were quickly subdued. These orcs didn't know what medicine they gave them to limit their abilities.

The only exception is Fang Rong, which also means that he has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and no one else can make a fuss, only he can make a fuss.

But that fire dragon is too powerful, and it must be impossible to fight with supernatural powers, so it can only fight with other things.

In fact, the fire ability is not very powerful. The key point is that his fire ability contains many other things, such as the ability to corrode things, and the attribute that can't be easily extinguished, which seems to be related to the kind of flowers he eats.

I heard that that kind of flower only grows in the swamp. Although it is extremely beautiful, it is poisonous and will kill you if you eat it. However, this guy has been eating it since he was a child, and he has been eating it until now.

Although there are quite a few dragons in his race, he is the only one who is an exception, so he became the king of course, leading the entire group.

Want to think about what to fight with him?

The only thing Fang Rong is good at is cooking. On this kind of day, maybe he can.

He was thinking about what to say later, when he was the only one left by his side, that Long Du stepped up to him and stretched out his hand to invite him.

He didn't just pick it up and pack it up like he did with other people, so he respected him.

Speaking of what is attractive about him is still a mystery, why is this guy so obsessed with him?

Fang Rong sighed, and put his hand in his palm, and the fire dragon reached out and pulled him into his arms, looking down on him by virtue of its height advantage.

"Stay away from me." Fang Rong stretched out his hand to push him, he is still confused, what did he do to attract this guy?

The fire dragon was also sensible, and moved a little further away from him, but it still didn't let go of him.

The two of them came to an old man who was holding red paint in his hand and wanted to wipe it off between Fang Rong's eyebrows, but Fang Rong turned his head away.

He turned around and spoke to those imperial soldiers who had completely returned to the orc world, "Can you translate for me? I have something to say."

The few people looked at each other, first looking at the fire dragon.

The fire dragon nodded, looking interested.

"Okay, you can tell." A tall man among the few said.

Fang Rong nodded and raised his voice, "How can there be no banquet on such a happy day? According to our human algorithm, no banquet is equivalent to poor marriage, and you will not be happy."

The tall man spoke to the dragon in the language of the orcs.

Huolong nodded and let him continue.

"It happens that I'm a chef, and I know how to cook a few banquet dishes. Why don't you let me show my skills and give the wedding a good start." Fang Rong was a little nervous.

I was a little afraid that the fire dragon would see through his psychology and refused to agree.

It takes a lot of time to prepare dishes without supernatural powers. It takes two to three hours to serve all the dishes for the banquet one by one. In addition, there are no materials here, and it will take a lot of time to gather all the materials. As long as the fire dragon agrees , dragging for four or five hours is no problem.

The fire dragon didn't seem to know what the banquet was. After the tall man told him about it, he still looked forward to it, muttering something in his mouth, and the others immediately moved.

"The king agreed." The tall man translated for Fang Rong.

"Great." Fang Rong was overjoyed.

There are a lot of materials needed for a banquet, including chicken, duck and fish. He showed the appearance of the materials to the fire dragon, and he would nod if he almost knew them, and let others catch them.

Those who didn’t know him shook their heads, chicken, duck and fish were the only ones out there, but he compared the bigger one, as if he wanted to say that there was a bigger one.

Fang Rong nodded, a dead horse is a living horse doctor, and being able to cook one more dish is equivalent to delaying a little more time.

In addition, he also listed some seafood, such as shrimp, crab, turtle, conch, jellyfish, squid, clams, shellfish, in short, as long as they are caught in the sea.

There are also some that run on the ground and fly in the sky, especially those that they often eat, all brought back.

The fire dragon also cooperated, shouted loudly, and immediately countless dragons flew out, looking for food.

Because those females are not used to eating meat, they usually bring some vegetables. Fang Rong also asked them to bring all the vegetables they eat every day. Anyway, the more vegetables, the more choices for him.

There are more dishes and more dishes and pots are needed. Considering that there are stewed soups and the like, Fang Rong asked them to go home and take out all their pots and pans.

They don't know how to use iron here, whether it's a pot or anything is made of ceramics.

Fang Rong gestured to the fire dragon, then asked the tall man to translate, and finally made a cauldron, which was made by the joint efforts of two gold-type dragons.

Considering that there are a lot of people this time, if everyone takes care of it, seven or eight tables will need to be made, so all the washing of vegetables is handed over to others, and Fang Rong only needs to cook vegetables.

Those supernatural beings who were forced to get married were also among them, and they all praised him for his good idea. This time, it could last for about five or six hours. With eating and drinking, how could it be four or five o'clock in the middle of the night, right?

Fang Rong instructed to set up the pot, boil water, and use it to wash the meat later. There is also a pot for stewing meat, and another pot for stewing fish soup.

Counting seven, seven, eight, eight, one first-rate made seven or eight pots, and making these pots exhausted several gold-type supernatural beings and dragons.

He also asked to make a steaming rack for cooking stews. This requires the use of bamboo. There is a bamboo forest, and the dormitories in the military area are built with bamboo.

Bamboo needs to be dried in the sun, and it is troublesome to weave. Fortunately, there are some ingenious females who have learned it from time to time.

The outside is wrapped with iron sheets, and the newly made steamer is still emerald green. It took a lot of time to split the surface layer, but fortunately, there are many people and strong strength.

The seasonings are only salt, and there are some unknown things. Fang Rong told them some raw materials of the seasoning, or some that may become seasonings, or have tasted things that have been eaten before.

Chili is not a problem, there are also in the forest, Fang Rong can't find it, but their native people know the location.

In addition to peppers, he also plans to fry some fruits into juice. Although there is no fruit extractor, it is fine to mash them into a puree manually. Now it is too late to make fruit wine, otherwise these orcs can all be drunk.

There is neither vinegar nor soy sauce. Fortunately, there are ginger and tangerine peel trees, and the rest are some seasonings used by local people.

Fang Rong tasted it. There is a kind of tree whose leaves are very fragrant and can be used as stew. Onion and coriander use the grass that tastes like mint that I saw last time, which may taste better than mint.

They don't have shallots, only a big one, and there is an onion next to it. This is good, to remove the flavor.

Fang Rong processed the seasoning first, and then cut out the dried meat contributed by everyone and put it in the seasoning to make a cold dish.

One family still has bacon, which may have been made by those people who took refuge in the orc world.

Speaking of which, they still have the earth dragon here, and it is warm at night. The earth dragon just digs a hole under the room to burn firewood and coal, and the whole room will be very warm.

And they will put meat on the side, paste mud on the outside, and the meat will be very tender after roasting for a day.

It's a pity that I can't handle it. The meat is a bit fishy. Although a little seasoning is simply put on it, the taste is still not enough.

Fang Rong cut open the roasted meat, put the ground seasoning on it, and the aroma was immediately tangy, just like barbecue.

He also took out some freshly fried oil for frying food.

Not long after cooking, there was a smell of food in the air. Every orc watched eagerly and swallowed from time to time.

Although they are awesome, they are still good at handling food in turn. After all, life is different. One is fighting outside and will die if he is not careful.

But Fang Rong is different. He lives in a well-to-do world. Ordinary people don't pay much attention to the military. They live their own lives, go to and from work, two points and one line, and learn some crafts when they have time.

He belongs to the relatively idle type, so he can learn some cooking skills and have his own foundation, and then he can become an apprentice without any trouble.

The master also has high requirements for him, and he was asked to go to work independently after a few days of learning, and he watched from the sidelines. Under such circumstances, poor craftsmanship will not work.

There are three cold dishes out of the pan, and one is cold salad with fruit. He doesn't know what the fruit is, but it's sour and sweet, so put some sweet water to get it done.

Sweet water is squeezed from sweet fruits. There are many such fruits in the forest, and you can grab a lot of them.

The other is assorted vegetables, put them in a pot and boil them thoroughly, then scoop them out and add mashed garlic.

There are still some garlic here, which is somewhat similar to the earth a long time ago, and some were stolen from the military area and planted somewhere.

A lot of vegetables grow very fast, and no matter where they come again next year, they will already be occupied by them.

The last cold dish is made from the orcs themselves

Sun-dried meat is processed as raw material, cut the bacon and adjust the seasoning.

After calculating the time, the fish that has just been stewed is ready. The fish he uses is wild carp cooked with pumpkin.

The things here have changed a lot, and he is not sure that it must be right, but the taste is quite good. The juice of the pumpkin and the fish soup are integrated, with a slight sweetness, and a little sour. It is barely a plate of sweet and sour fish. .

The roast suckling pig was almost ready, Fang Rong turned it over, and continued roasting in another direction, he smeared chrysanthemum juice on the roast suckling pig to remove the smell.

There are also some snail clams and the like, which are steamed in a steamer.

Except for a bit of trouble at the beginning of slaughtering and handling food, everything else went well.

Now they are basically semi-finished products, the fragrance permeates the whole valley, and some dragons fly overhead from time to time, staying on the valley.

According to the law of animal survival, this kind of thing is absolutely not allowed. After all, it will attract more powerful animals to attack. Everyone wants to grab good things and keep them for themselves, not to mention the ability to allow.

The fire dragon commanded a few dragons with wind abilities to let the fragrance go straight into the sky, so as not to let them disperse, so that they would not smell it unless they were passing by.

The bloody smell that had just been processed was also buried underneath, and now there was only the smell of food.

Because the seasoning is scarce, Fang Rong usually uses fruit instead, and the meat is covered with red bayberry, one is to remove the taste, and the other is to have a taste.

There are quite a lot of specialties here, such as bird eggs, animal milk, vegetables, etc. Many animal meats have never been made, and they are basically tentative explorations, and they are combined with other things to make the taste better.

Fang Rong walked by the side of the steamer, lifted a layer to look inside, and there were steamed vegetables such as wild boar's trotters and braised pork.

The prawns are deep-fried and can be without noodles, which is a bit off-flavored, but it is still very fragrant and delicious.

He cooked another pot of seafood soup, and boiled some seafood that he caught up in one pot.

It's all after cooking and finding that there is too much extra to use up. It just happens to fill up a pot of soup, and it looks like five or six tables.

Considering that there are children, that is, little orcs, he specially steamed the fruit puree, and the taste is also unique.

Garlic steamed scallops, steamed fish, pork ribs soup, fried mushroom slices, money goose, roc spread wings, braised crabs, shrimp and crab sauce, tendon soup, in general, there are ten or twenty dishes.

At the end, a miscellaneous meat soup was stewed, and when it was served, everyone couldn't wait to start grabbing it with their hands.

Immediately destroying a table of delicious dishes, Fang Rong rolled his eyes, there is no way, they are not used to using chopsticks, only females can use them, and males usually grab them directly with their hands.

The fire dragon sat next to him, looked at him with satisfaction, and held his hand under the table. Fang Rong struggled twice and didn't break away. Considering that it wasn't too demanding, he didn't bother.

Now the sky is pitch black, half of the moon is exposed, and the time is about one o'clock in the morning.

Eat, drink, and chat until at least three o'clock.

Everyone worked together, the work was not tiring, and the time passed quickly. I thought it could be cooked at least one or two o'clock, but I didn't expect to save an hour. It's a pity that there are no more dishes, otherwise I would continue to cook.

Fang Rong shook his head, feeling a little uneasy, wondering if rescue would come at this point?

If he doesn't come, he will definitely be punished. Even if he is not punished, others will be punished. Who will help the army when they are discouraged.

For others, this meal is absolutely hearty, not to mention those orcs, but people in the military region are also desperate for food in this world where they eat canteens every day. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to have a full meal today.

However, Fang Rong specifically told them not to eat too much, especially meat, and it is best to only eat vegetables.

Despite his warning, the others still promised well, and the rebellion in their hearts still had a good time.

Fang Rong was flustered and couldn't eat anymore. He moved his chopsticks a few times during the whole process, and part of it was given to him by the fire dragon.

The dishes on the table are getting less and less, and instead of chewing and swallowing slowly like ordinary people, they just grab a handful of them. The dishes will soon run out, and he has to steam the leftovers together. The taste is not bad, barely enough Very hungry.

However, there were too many orcs, and each of them emptied the plate without eating much. Fortunately, they had already eaten, otherwise the dinner table would be even worse.

The meal that was originally calculated to last for more than two hours actually took less than half an hour, and it ended in a hurry.

Fang Rong felt a little cold, it's over, the banquet is over, and the next step must be to enter the bridal chamber.

Sure enough, when people are full, they will think about that kind of thoughts, staring at the eyes of the supernatural being next to them, and even the fire dragon's eyes are not right.

Just as Fang Rong was about to run away, he was hugged. He hadn't been hugged by anyone other than Fang Rong, and his face turned red in an instant, both ashamed and angry.

The fire dragon had a natural posture and great strength, trapping him in his arms without any room for struggle.

Fang Rong stretched out his hand, and the meat cleaver on the table was already in his hand. The meat cleaver sometimes needs to chop bones, so it was so sharp that even the fire dragon had to be vigilant. , Knock out that knife.

Maybe he thought he was too annoying, and he still didn't give up at this time, so he tied him with a rope and hugged his arms tightly, so that he had no chance to die.

Fang Rong kicked him, he ignored the lighter ones, and kicked back the heavier ones.

The pain in the knee was sharp, Fang Rong was honest for a while, and after the pain was relieved, he started to toss again.

The fire dragon seemed to know his weakness and was afraid of pain. Every time he made a fuss, he would hurt him, and if he stopped making a fuss, he would let him go. It didn't make any trouble along the way.

Especially when flying up to the cave, I can't be honest. It's okay to wear the mecha, but I'm still afraid of heights when I face the outside directly.

The fire dragon threw him on the bed, blocked the hole with stones from outside, and undressed as he came back.

Fang Rong was taken aback, this time it was really called Tian Tian Ying, and the ground was ineffective.

He hid back, the bed was more than two meters long, and it was covered with the fur of a wild animal, and the fur of an unknown animal was pierced and hurt.

Fang Rong pointed to his body and then to the fur on the bed, the meaning was obvious, and he started to make excuses again.

The fire dragon seemed to love him very much, and took out a piece of white fur hidden in the crevice of the cave, and put it on the bed for him to lie on.

This trick worked and Fang Rong began to think about other things. He compared his own bird and the posture of urinating.

This and that fire dragon also understood, took out a groove dug with stones from the corner, similar to a urinal, and shushed at him.

Fang Rong snatched it up, and urinated with his back facing him. After urinating, he compared the posture of drinking water.

In any case, trying to delay the time is the best way.

He was waiting, waiting for the people outside who had eaten his food to be poisoned. It wasn't that they were poisoned, and some dishes would be poisoned if they were mixed and matched.

As a chef, the boss told him this right away, and he must memorize what he can and cannot eat.

Fang Rong was rotten in his heart, so he prepared them casually, like suckling pig and chrysanthemum, snail and clam, meat and red bayberry. They are basically food taboos and must not be fried together.

Fortunately, the orcs lacked common sense and didn't know his plot, so they ate delicious food.

It is true that whoever stays with him will become a kind of person. He has been with Li Wenyang for a long time, and his conspiracy is also a set.

After drinking the water, he pointed to the meat on the table and rubbed his stomach, which was also obvious.

The meat on the table he only drank soup in the morning, and there was still a lot of meat, but it was too dry, and white oil formed on the surface.

Fang Rong picked up the water glass and compared it to pouring water into it. The water glass was quite big, and he couldn't hold it steadily with one hand, and he needed supernatural powers to assist him. He had just finished drinking the water in it.

The fire dragon took the water cup in his hand and flew down. There was no water here, and he had to run a long way to drink water.

Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, put down the meat bowl and hurried to the entrance of the hole, put on the mecha like the first time, and prepared to move out a hole to get out.

It's a pity that the fire dragon seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and actually left a layer of fire outside. If he got through by himself, he would be burned and disfigured.

Wearing a mecha can't get out of such a small space, and not wearing it is tantamount to exposing yourself to danger.

So sinister!

Fang Rong was anxious like an ant in a hot pot, and started to walk up and down on the bed.

Why hasn't the military region come yet?

It's so late, won't you come?

It is impossible for him not to know about the big movement of cooking rice in a big pot, the fireworks going up into the sky, and the aroma overflowing.

Unless they pretend not to know, after all, night is not a good time to fight. Although there is an ambush, but the mountain wall is steep, and there is no place to enter, so they can only climb over the mountain to enter. In this case, it is very likely to wait until tomorrow. Or just don't come.

In this way, a great opportunity has been missed. These orcs are specially made, and maybe what is poison to humans is just a stomachache for them, and it will be fine the next day.

The stones at the door shook, and the fire dragon had already squeezed in, holding a water cup in its hand, and put down the stones again, blocking the entrance of the cave.

Fang Rong sighed, God is going to kill me!

He asked the fire dragon to heat up the meat, because it was hot, it took a long time to eat, and he likes to drink soup, drink the soup first before eating the meat, and only cut up a large piece of meat to taste when there is nothing to eat.

The Fire Dragon finally got impatient after cooperating for so long, pulled his wrist and pressed it on the bed, it was so hard.

"Wait, we can't just start like this, at least get something lubricated!" The fire dragon didn't understand what he said, and didn't want to care about it, so it tore off his clothes and got ready to put it on.

Fang Rong's eyes were red with anxiety, and his ability picked up the paper on the table.

The broth was thrown at the fire dragon, but the fire dragon caught it empty-handed and poured it on him with its backhand.

Fang Rong closed his eyes, his neck and chest were greasy, and he could still feel the soup flowing down his lower abdomen into the triangular area.

His clothes were almost torn by the fire dragon during the fight, because his belt was tied tightly, and there were layers on the inside and outside. The guy was impatient and simply burned it all.

His ability was controlled so well that Fang Rong didn't feel naked yet, but it's a pity that he purposely wrapped his belt three times and tied a knot.

The exquisite floral hat fell on the white fur, and there was a bright red between Fang Rong's eyebrows, from the forehead to the center of the eyebrows.

He originally had good facial features, not to mention handsome, but the bright red seemed to have smoothed out his overly masculine features and turned him into a feminine one, unexpectedly a little amorous.

The fire dragon squeezed between his legs, grabbed his ankles and spread them apart.

Fang Rong refused to kill him, and his abilities flew away, driving bottles and jars to smash at the fire dragon.

In order to avoid these attacks, the fire dragon had to waste some time, and finally got angry and spewed out a fire dragon, destroying all the moving things in the room.

"Get lost!" Fang Rong couldn't move his hands, so he could only move his mouth. He knew that the fire dragon couldn't understand, but he still didn't choose what to say, and said what he thought.

"I'm warning you, I'm from Fang Hua, you'd better not touch me, or Fang Hua will make you look good."

The fire dragon suddenly widened its eyes, with an expression of disbelief.

Fang Rong thought he understood what he said, so he hurriedly continued, "Fang Hua and I have been married a long time ago, and we don't know how many times we have slept in bed. What are you? You can't even lift Fang Hua's shoes. ..."

He froze suddenly, the fire dragon covered his chest, and fell down with a bang, revealing Fang Hua behind him.

Fang Hua looked confused (⊙x⊙;), "I seem to have heard something extraordinary just now."

Fang Rong turned pale with shock, (°д°), "I must have misheard."

Damn it's so embarrassing, how come it's such a coincidence?