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

The sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto Link's face. He took out a few palm-sized empty bottles from the prop box. These bottles were common containers used by hunters to hold potions and other items. The special glass bottle body was extremely hard, and the outside of the bottle body was reinforced with an iron frame, so it could withstand all kinds of impacts and falls without breaking.

He cleaned the bottle and then carefully poured the hot fish soup into it.

Then carefully select a few leaves of frostbitten grass from the prop box and add one to each bottle of hot drink.

Gently shake the bottle to allow the leaves to fully blend into the hot drink, then seal the bottle cap and the hot drink is ready.

"Okay, just give it to Phyllis before you leave tomorrow!"

Link looked at the bottle in his hand with satisfaction, a proud smile on his face. As a foodie, Phyllis must be very touched that he would give her a bowl of delicious fish soup when leaving.

Frostgrass is an odorless herb that releases cold air. Its effect is much weaker than ice crystals that are so cold that they cannot be carried around, and it can only slow down the spoilage of food.

Considering that it would take Phyllis about three days to sail to the Frozen Islands, plus the time she would spend there, Link added the frost grass to prevent the hot drink in the bottle from going bad before Phyllis arrived.

After making boiled fish and hot drinks, there is still the Popo tongue that has to be processed. Braised Popo tongue is much easier. Add water to the pot, add chili, a handful of specialty mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and a few drops of sesame oil, and that’s the marinade package for this world.

Hang the pot over the fire. Put the pork tongue in without cutting it into pieces. By dinner time, it will be almost done.

Link brought the fish soup and put it on the table. Honey brought a few skewers of meat as thick as an adult's arm. The grilled meat brushed with honey was golden and delicious. Even if Link couldn't make it as a hunter, he could make a fortune by setting up a stall outside selling grilled meat.

For this skewer of barbecue, the honey is much more expensive than the meat.

In this world, productivity is low, and cultivated honey and wild honey are in small quantities, so they are considered a great luxury.

Only Link, a foodie who often goes to the wild to dig out other people's beehives, has so much honey at home.

Cleaning out beehives is also an interesting job. Only if you clean out half and keep the other half, the industrious bees will not have to move away because of losing their homes.

After a while, the little bees will finish repairing the hive, and the hunters will have new honeycombs to dig out.

As for whether the bees will curse or not, that is none of Link’s business as a foodie.

Take a bite of the fragrant honey barbecue and drink a sip of the spicy and fragrant fish soup, this is probably what is called eating delicious food and drinking spicy food.

Link had a smile on his face as he watched Honey standing on the table, holding up the barbecue and trying to tease Matsutake. However, she was not even as tall as the dog and the barbecue was snatched away by the dog in one bite. The arc of his smile gradually grew bigger and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"Master, what are you laughing at, meow."

Honey, who had no idea that she had become Link's laughing stock, touched the cat's ears, feeling a little confused.

"Ahem, it's okay, just continue."

Link restrained his smile and did not explain much. He just felt that this world was a beautiful place without so much intrigue. Even though his parents were not around, the people around him were all simple and kind villagers. From childhood to adulthood, apart from training, he had basically not suffered any hardship.

This is life.

The sunlight shone through the window lattices onto the old wooden floor, making it look mottled. After lunch, Link put down his bowl and chopsticks and walked to the back of the house, where there was a clear stream with a waterwheel on the water.

This water flows all the way from the stream. The village deliberately diverts this water so that it flows around the village as daily water for the villagers. It will eventually flow into the sea behind the village.

Link took off his clothes, revealing his strong muscles. He stood at the edge of the water, took a deep breath, and then jumped into the water.

The cold stream water instantly enveloped his body, and the feeling was both stimulating and refreshing.

He swam in the water for a few minutes, then stuck his head out, wiped the water droplets off his face, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so cool!"

Link muttered to himself.

"I've been outside for two days. If I don't wash myself, I'll go bad."

After rubbing his body vigorously, Link felt much refreshed after taking a shower.

He put on clean clothes, stood by the river, and admired the scenery around him. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, shining on the surface of the river.

In the distance, a group of birds were singing happily on the branches, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil and grass leaves.

Link sighed contentedly and headed back home.

He walked to the fire and threw himself on the tatami bed.

This fire basket is hung next to the bed. When it is cold in winter, you can light the charcoal fire to warm the bed.

This kind of indoor bonfire, with a hook hanging on the beam, an iron pot hanging on the hook, and charcoal burning underneath, was something Link had only seen when he went to Xiangxi in his previous life.

The Tujia people there have a proverb that goes, "When the old rice wine basket is on fire, the only one who can cook it is me, except the emperor."

This kind of basket fire is also commonly known as hanging pot.

The most famous dish of Hanging Pot is hot pot, but Link did not make hot pot today. Instead, he used it to braise Bobo’s tongue.

Smelling the aroma of the braised meat in the pot, Link closed his eyes, rested his head on Matsutake's warm belly, and gradually fell asleep. Seeing this, Matsutake raised his paw, licked it, and closed his eyes as well.

At night, Link was awakened by the aroma from the pot. It turned out that the Matsutake had secretly pushed open the lid of the pot with its nose. The aroma of the marinade became stronger with time, and once the lid was opened, it spread out uncontrollably.

"You're getting hungry so quickly, you guy, and you're still trying to steal some food."

Link patted the guy's belly lightly, smiled, and took out the braised pork tongue from the pot while speaking.

It was a huge tongue, which had been marinated for a long time and had bright color and plump meat.

Link sliced it carefully, each slice exuding an enticing aroma, and he skillfully placed the slices on the plate.

The dinner at Link's house was simple. He sat at the dining table, Honey sat opposite him, and Matsutake lay on the edge of the table. In front of the man and the cat were braised pork tongue slices, boiled fish and barbecue that were not finished at lunch, accompanied by a glass of Star Beer that Cheap Dad sent from the New World.

According to the letter sent by Cheap Dad, this thing is the local specialty beer, not worth much, there is a whole barrel of it, and Link hasn't finished it in several years.

"Okay, let's eat."

As Link spoke, he tilted his head back and took a sip of beer. The beer sent back from the New World had a mellow taste and a unique fruity aroma.

I don’t know if his father is crazy. How can he give a child a big bucket of wine as a gift? Wouldn’t this corrupt a minor?

Drinking Star Beer, which tastes slightly different from Hunter Beer, Link feels that these two beers are just like Snow Beer and Tsingtao, each with its own characteristics.

The only thing in common is that drinking too much makes you urinate easily.

He took a sip of beer and a bite of tongue, and fed the greedy dog Matsutake a bite from time to time.

Bobo Tongue is indeed a famous delicacy. The cat didn't make a sound while eating the honey, and just focused on eating.

Link sighed inwardly as he ate the crispy, bouncy meat slices.

"Damn, I lost a lot. I shouldn't have used braised, stir-fried, salt-baked, marinated, fried, grilled, stewed, or peppered. This tongue could have made a whole table. I lost a lot this time."

Patting his thigh lightly, Link decided to make more ways of cooking it next time. It was a pity for being lazy this time.

There are three ways to eat fish. This large piece of fish tongue can be eaten six times.