One man and one dog, wandering in the world of Monster Hunter

As night falls, it's time to eat.

Several people returned to the camp and began to prepare dinner.

The main course for dinner was the specialty bamboo shoots stewed with fish, paired with the nightshade ham from lunch.

There are also grilled maru bird necks, stir-fried maru bird gizzards, and a clear soup made with maru bird livers.

Thanks to Marutori for presenting the four delicious dishes, which are all sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.

Some people may ask why there are no bitter vegetables.

Marutori-san said: It’s bitter, too bitter.

The bamboo shoots were carefully selected and dug by Mi Lu, and then transported back to the camp by Matsutake.

The bite fish was killed on the way back. When Phyllis was flipping through a hunter fashion magazine, she learned that the whiskers and skin of the bite fish were needed to make a shell set. So she picked up the knife and killed an innocent bite fish that was passing by with one stroke.

In order not to waste food, Link brought it back.

He had wanted to taste the delicious fish soup since early in the morning, but he had not been able to catch any fish during the whole day, so he could only "suffer" the bite of the fish that came to his door.

The meat of the bite fish is plump, especially the belly part, which is boneless and full of flavor.

What’s even more rare is that this is a pregnant female fish with a full belly of fish eggs.

Link originally planned to try making fish roe buns, but due to the conditions in the wild, he had to give up.

The only option is to squeeze the fish eggs and their mothers together in the pot and stew them in one pot.

Yaoyu: Thank you so much for reuniting us mother and son.

The cooking process is quite particular. First, blanch the bamboo shoots in an iron pan to remove the astringency and bitterness, then use hot oil to simmer the fish meat over low heat until golden brown.

Then pour in hot water, add the blanched bamboo shoots, and put it into the casserole for slow cooking.

Soon, a pot of rich, fresh white fish soup was ready.

"smell good."

Phyllis, who had a free meal at noon, didn't hesitate to scoop up a bowl of hot soup and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing that bold attitude, Link couldn't even utter the words "be careful, it's hot" which were on the tip of his tongue.

Seeing Phyllis drinking the fish soup as if it were a cold drink without even breaking a sweat, Link couldn't help but marvel at the strong physique of the hunters in this world.

Forget drinking boiling water, even drinking magma may not kill you.

Link sat by the small fire in the campsite. A faint smell of fish filled the air. As night fell, the starry sky was bright, and only the warmth by the fire could dispel the chill of the night.

After drinking the boiling hot fish soup, Link closed his eyes comfortably with its delicious and mellow taste. The only flaw was that there was no tofu as embellishment, so he couldn't feel the softness and smoothness of the tofu.

However, the fish roe used as a substitute is not bad either, it is chewy and bouncy, and makes Link drink the fish soup like pearl milk tea.

The firelight danced on Link's face, illuminating his well-defined features. Phyllis on the side looked at his handsome face and quickly drank a few more bowls of soup.

In addition to the appetizing fish soup, the roasted bird neck is also a rare delicacy.

The duck neck was roasted on a stone slab, and a layer of oil was applied on the hot stone slab. After the duck neck was roasted, it was served with a handful of green and red peppers grown by Link himself. The aroma made him regret not cutting off the duck's butt.

As the night deepens, the starry sky becomes more brilliant. After drinking the fish soup and gnawing on the neck, don't wash the roasted stone slab. Add a handful of chopped bird stomach and chopped peppers and stir-fry while it's still hot. It is especially fragrant.

This stomach is similar to the chicken gizzard in Link's previous life. It is not large in quantity, but very suitable for drinking.

Hunters naturally don't drink alcohol when hunting. Although there is no wine, there is a sweet soup made from the liver of the maru bird.

Although Marutori's liver is not as good as pork liver, it is also a good ingredient for making soup.

There is fish soup as an appetizer and sweet soup as a dessert after the meal.

Phyllis, the hunter from the Dragon Calendar Institute, was so hungry that she didn't want to leave. She looked at Link with hungry eyes.

It was a look that made him want to be taken home and made his personal chef.

Unfortunately, although Longliyuan can hire the guild's poster girl as a housekeeper, that is a privilege only for higher-level hunters. She is just a small three-star hunter, so naturally she cannot afford to hire a hunter as a housekeeper.

What's more, she is a hero's descendant. Maybe in less than two years, Link will surpass her in hunter level.

She could only put the thought behind her.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm ready to go. Consider these materials of the sickle-weasel dragon as your reward for treating me to a meal and leading the way."

All good things must come to an end. After eating and drinking, Phyllis, the hunter who had completed the hunting commission, naturally prepared to leave.

Yanhuo Village was not far from here. She planned to go back to take a bath overnight, ask the village blacksmith to maintain her weapon, and come back tomorrow to hunt kappa frogs.

If you go faster, you can also get a piece of Link's lunch tomorrow.

Looking at the bag of materials that Phyllis handed over, judging from the size, it was probably one-third of her harvest today. Although the Dragon King's body was taken away by the guild's transport team, it was still a considerable reward.

Link naturally wouldn't refuse. As the saying goes, if you have money and don't take it, you're a bastard. If someone gives it to him generously, he will just take it generously. If he keeps pushing it, he will seem like a sissy.

After taking the material bag, Link opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally uttered a sentence.

"Walk slowly."

Phyllis curled the corners of her mouth under her veil, turned around and left without saying goodbye.

In the night, Link looked at the beautiful lady's receding back with a deep gaze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Milu, the Feline cat, guessed that Link, an adolescent hunter, might be thinking about some unspeakable fantasies between men and women.

After a long while, I only heard him utter a few words faintly.

"What's for breakfast tomorrow?"

"???"

"So you've been thinking about tomorrow's breakfast for a long time. Didn't you just have dinner?"

In this regard, the Felyne cat from Pokai Village finally realized that Link was a complete foodie.

The camping site under the starry sky, Link beside the fire, and the confused Felyne, form a beautiful picture.

As the night deepened, Link, who had eaten and drunk his fill, began to prepare for rest. He simply packed up his things and went into the tent.

In this life, Link doesn't like staying up late. In his previous life, he had mobile phones and computers, and his nightlife was colorful. But the nightlife in this world can only be described as boring, so he can only go to bed early and get up late.

The one who keeps watch is Matsutake, and the Fang Hound is the most suitable helper for keeping watch. They will not let down their guard even when they sleep, and any slight movement can wake them up, so Link does not have to worry about keeping watch.

In the middle of the night, in Link's tent, he was tossing and turning on the bed, and Matsutake, who was on guard, frowned.

"Damn, I didn't get a chance to give Mi Lu a good rub today. What a loss."

The more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. Cat slave Link finally remembered that he had been so focused on eating today that he didn't even have a chance to pet the cat.