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

After preparing the wing membrane, the old man did not rush to light a fire. Instead, he took out a sharp skinning knife from the kitchen rack on the kitchen counter and carefully cut the outer cuticle along the edge of the dragon wing.

This layer of cuticle was as hard as stone and gleamed like the earth in the firelight.

With each cut made by the old man, the keratin fragments fell gently, revealing the soft and elastic wing membrane underneath.

When most of the cuticle is removed, the lines on the wing membrane are clearly visible. Although soft, it is extremely tough and is the key structure that supports the ceratopsian to fly.

The fibrous tissue of the wing membrane is closely arranged to form a special mesh structure, which not only provides sufficient lift for the ceratopsian, but also ensures the stability of the wing membrane during flight.

Except for ceratopsians, the wing membrane structure of most flying dragon species is not much different, because they all have a common ancestor.

Original Gundam [crossed out]

Original Flying Dragon

After removing the dead skin, the old man spread the dragon wing flat on the table and wiped it with clean water and a clean cloth prepared in advance until the wing membrane regained its original whiteness and luster.

Next, the old man began to prepare for cooking.

He built a good bonfire and used a knife to cut the membrane into thin strips.

The sharp knife left an afterimage in the old man's hand, gently sliding across the broad wing membrane and cutting it into fine noodles.

Every cut was extremely precise and powerful, demonstrating the old man's profound skills and years of experience.

Then he opened a huge freezer in the corner of the kitchen and took out the side dishes for making vermicelli.

Maru bird breastbone, old pig ham, scallops, maru bird feet, fresh wild boar king ribs, and a bunch of rare mushrooms to enhance the flavor.

At this time, the old man seemed to remember something and walked towards the wooden door he came from.

In the restaurant, Link sat at the table bored, fiddling with the dog hair on Matsutake's head with his fingers boredly.

"Crench!"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Link turned around and saw the old man sticking his head out and asked him a question.

"Hey boy, do you like spicy food?"

"A little spicy, thank you."

After asking the question, the old man closed the wooden door again and continued to cook the dragon wings with a knife.

His hands were very steady. The extremely sharp kitchen knife turned deftly under his control. Every time it fell, it was a display of strength. With the crisp sound of flesh and bones being separated, the breastbone of the Marutori and the ribs of the wild boar were broken into pieces of moderate size.

Then he turned his attention to the old pig's ham.

Roast the ham over charcoal fire, with the flames jumping on the surface of the ham, gradually roasting the surface until it is slightly charred and the color is attractive golden.

The fat in the ham slowly seeps out under the pressure of high temperature, and the aroma spreads, passing through every corner of the kitchen, and even bravely extends outwards without fear of the narrow gap in the door, capturing the guests outside the door.

Link's nostrils flared slightly and he took a deep breath.

"Wow, it smells so good! This rich smell is the smell of wild boar ham. Not only that, this smell is stronger than any wild boar ham I've ever eaten. This must be the leg of the Great Wild Boar King. I don't know what dish this Dragon Man Senior is going to make that uses the leg of the Great Wild Boar King."

Sniffing the aroma in the air, Link became more and more excited.

After cooking the ham, the old man set up a big pot, poured in a full basin of clean water, put in the cut breastbone ribs, bird feet and ham, brought to a boil, took them out and washed off the foam with clean water.

Then the old man took out a huge soup bucket, poured in clean water, and put the four kinds of washed meat and dried scallops into it all at once. The ingredients for making the clear soup base were ready.

Not only that, the old man also took out a few pieces of high-quality charcoal from under the cupboard, threw them into the stove, and increased the fire to ensure that the soup could be heated evenly.

As the temperature rises, the ingredients in the soup bucket slowly release their essence and the aroma gradually spreads.

As time passed, the color of the soup gradually became clear and golden. The old man used a colander to constantly skim off the foam and impurities on the surface to keep the soup base pure.

When the soup is cooked to just the right degree, the old man lifts the boiling hot soup bucket with his bare hands, takes it away from the fire and sets it aside to let it cool naturally.

At this time, the old man looked at the clear soup base he had made with satisfaction. It not only had a mellow taste, but also had an attractive color.

But this is not the end, but a perfect base he prepared for the following delicious food.

He had already cut off the heads and tails of the precious mushrooms he had prepared in advance, leaving only the small piece in the middle as a side dish.

If Link saw this wasteful behavior, he would probably go to the trash can and pick up the precious mushroom head.

Wash it and throw it to the dog to eat.

While waiting, the old man was not idle. The wing membrane that had been cut earlier was soaking in water. Now that the soup was ready, the wing membrane had also been soaked.

There was another pot of clear water. The old man poured the vermicelli-like wing membrane and mushrooms into it, added a pinch of salt and a little wild boar oil.

Add two fresh chilies.

When the water boils, use a bone colander to scoop out the vermicelli and mushrooms. This cooking method not only gives the tasteless vermicelli a slightly spicy flavor, but also does not destroy the original taste of the soup.

The hunter had a big appetite, so the amount of wing membrane vermicelli was quite large, and the old man put it in a basin.

The prepared vermicelli was placed on the table. The old man picked up a soup spoon and poured the soup full of forest soul from the previous soup pot onto the vermicelli.

The soup has an attractive color and exudes a faint aroma, and every drop is like the essence of a ceratopsian.

As the soup poured down, the vermicelli was gradually wrapped in the warm golden liquid, as if it were wearing a gorgeous coat.

Finally, the old man gently stirred the vermicelli to allow the soup to thoroughly blend into it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he unceremoniously picked up a small bowl and served himself a bowl first.

"Suck it!"

The old man picked up a piece of vermicelli with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He slurped it all up and it was extremely smooth.

The old man closed his eyes slightly, savoring the unique flavor of the vermicelli, and let out a soft sigh.

"Damn it, I should have made more. This small bowl is not enough."

The old man's appetite was aroused by a piece of vermicelli. He slapped his hairless forehead in annoyance, picked up the bowl of vermicelli with one hand, and walked towards the restaurant.

Before leaving, his eyes swept across the soup bucket on the table. At this moment, the rich and mellow soup was no longer in the bucket. Only a pile of bones and flesh that had lost their essence were left, lying quietly at the bottom of the bucket.

"Tsk, you little brat, you even brought a dog with you, you got it for free."

As the old man finished his words, he gently lifted the heavy soup bucket with his other hand.

In this way, the old man walked towards the door of the restaurant with a basin in one hand and a bucket in the other. When he arrived at the door, he kicked the door open with his foot because he had no space to use his hands.

"boom!"

"Boy, the dark cloud covering the sun you wanted is here."