Chapter 183: Cheese baked shellfish with crunch (1/3)
Chapter 183 Cheese Baked Shellfish and Crisis (13)
It is said to be a sublimation weapon, but it is essentially a simple source power booster pump, a sufficiently strong booster chamber, and a nozzle.
For this simple structure, with complete drawings, materials and design ideas, two hours is enough.
After all, the most difficult small powertrains, and things like attack guidance, precision targeting, and boost power...Ian can handle it himself.
This is also the reason why there are some appliances that appear to have advanced capabilities but are actually very primitive in design on the Terra continent—because the key modules with the highest technological content are likely to be the Terrans themselves.
Not to mention the theoretically high-tech unlimited sources and psionic abilities.
The high-pressure water launcher in Ian's hand looks like a small cannon barrel on the surface. It is 45 centimeters long and 8 centimeters in diameter. Fire the trigger.
The highest technical content of the entire sublimation device is actually the material of the barrel. This is a small alchemy cannon barrel made by Ian himself imitating Viscount Grant's etheric armor and alchemy cannon. Place it as a failure.
But the inferior quality of the artillery is completely sufficient for high-pressure water flow.
"It's time to try the power."
Ian thought of it this way: "But I'm not in a hurry. Neither the silver chip nor the vision field reported defects and poor quality, which proves that there will be no errors or omissions in theory in practical application—but it's because I found time to test the power and the use of the hand. Make sure you don’t lose the chain at critical moments.”
"As for now... It's time to go home and rest."
After a day of tossing, making and taking half-potions, testing the power of Fairy Wings, and harassing the pirate fleet with ironclad sharks... I just hand-crafted a high-pressure water cannon.
That is to say, Ian is a sublimator and has the core of the ancient dragon, otherwise he would have been exhausted, how could he do so many things.
"These shellfish..."
After tidying up the studio, Ian saw the seventy-eight giant clam dismantled by himself, pondering how to destroy it.
Soon, he came to a correct conclusion: "Let's make some soup tomorrow morning."
Eating it into the stomach is of course the most efficient way to destroy the corpse.
As for the shells…
Ian stretched out his hand, skillfully broke it up bit by bit, kneaded it into powder, then went out and threw it into the Ewok River.
the next day.
Elan, who got up early to prepare for exercise, smelled a very fragrant smell.
Walking out of the room in a daze, the little boy saw several dishes on the table.
Cheese baked shellfish, garlic shellfish, seaweed soup and baked apples.
"So rich!?"
Elan was shocked at the first moment. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes. He couldn't figure out if he was dreaming for a while: "Wow... how many today?!"
"woke up?"
And Ian's smiling voice came from the kitchen: "Eat first today, then read, and exercise when you feel hot. They are all very nutritious food."
"Go wash up." He said so, and Elan said "Okay~" and obediently went to the back room to wash his face and mouth.
After all, it is the source quality of Warcraft. It is a pity to waste it. It just so happens that Elan has been feeling a little uncomfortable due to 'distortion' recently. If you add more source quality, at least there will be no malignant changes caused by malnutrition.
However, after all, Elan does not have source seeds, and cannot directly absorb the source quality from food, so it is best to move around when digestion starts after eating, by accelerating blood flow, slowing down the speed of digestion, and increasing the time for source quality to flow throughout the body.
After Ian finished cleaning the kitchen utensils, Elan just finished washing, and the two brothers began to eat breakfast.
The baked cheese baked shellfish has a slightly lighter taste. The main thing is the taste and the sweetness of the shellfish, which is suitable for breakfast.
The flesh and blood essence of giant clams from Warcraft was originally hard, but it was just right for the teeth of the Terrans. It was crisp and crisp when bitten down, and the sound of muscle fibers being cut by teeth could be heard clearly. The aroma is matched with the sweetness of shellfish, and the refreshing frankincense overflows in the mouth.
Needless to say, the minced garlic shellfish has a unique burnt aroma when stir-fried with oil, and it is served with the fat and sweet shellfish. Swallow it in your mouth and feel the satisfaction of the food sliding into your stomach after feeling the taste. kind of enjoyment.
Baked apples and kelp soup are more common, but Ian saw that there were a few apples left at home, and the fire was still on, so he washed them and baked them. It has a warm and fruity aroma, which is very mellow. Ian doesn't understand it very well, but it's as long as his brother likes it.
As for Ian himself, he doesn't really like fruit very much, or in other words, the kind of fruit that needs to be peeled.
He likes oranges, oranges and bananas very much, but apples and pears are a little bit mediocre. What he dislikes the most is pomegranates. It takes half a day to peel them, and there is only a small bite in his mouth with seeds.
The kelp soup was picked up by chance when I went out in the morning. Anyway, it must be right to cook a soup, but it’s a pity that there are no ribs.
Ian has already started thinking about going out hunting to kill some monsters with ribs later—it’s too expensive to buy. In this world, if you want to eat reliable, safe and cheap high-quality ingredients, you can only do it yourself.
After eating and drinking enough, Ian taught Elan basic mathematics knowledge for a while, and cultivated logical thinking ability, and then he was ready to go out and test the lethality of his water gun.
Ian is not the only one who worries about Elan's education. Elder Pude will also give lectures and teach characters to Elan when he has time.
In the past four years, Ian has been hunting wild beasts and monsters around Harrison Port continuously.
Warcraft is delicious.
Not all parts of Warcraft can be eaten, some are too hard, and some have no texture that can be eaten, but the edible parts must be delicious.
Before going out to hunt, Ian glanced at his tool fish.
The result surprised him a little.
"Scarlet?"
His eyebrows were raised, and he wanted to laugh a little: "What's going on, I went out to hunt, and I was in danger of dying?"
But soon, the scarlet color faded and even disappeared.
When Ian knew that he would encounter a possible death attack, the crisis of death did not exist.
As long as he doesn't stay out of town, nothing happens.
"It seems that the absolute strength of the crisis is not strong. As long as I know there is, there is no threat of death."
After confirming this point, Ian made up his mind to check the situation.
No matter whether the source of the crisis is the natives, monsters or Patrick, the other party actually has a way to endanger his life without him noticing.
After all, it is impossible for Ian to carry his own tool fish all the time, not to mention that if he carries it all the time, he will lose the predictive effect of the tool fish... So in the case of predictability, it is necessary to figure out the real means of the enemy as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Ian told Elan to remember to boil water to drink after exercising, and then he was ready to go out.
Before walking out of his hut, he casually took out a sword from the cupboard at the door, and also brought the high-pressure water gun he just built.
Time to go hunting.
(end of this chapter)
