Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

“I can cook, but I only use relatively simple ingredients, like bacon, mushrooms, cheese, or steaks taken from monsters. I grill them over a fire, or fry them in a pan, and then simply season them.

But do you think anyone can prepare a high-end ingredient like rock dragon tail? I don't even know how to cut it open!

Even a professional cat chef may not be able to make this dish well. The reason why Rock Dragon Tail is on the menu is because Dondoruma is close to the swamp and the cat chefs have superb cooking skills.

Look at the menu at the tavern here. Is there a dish called Rock Dragon Tail on it?"

Saier also added, "Actually, geographical factors are more important than cooking skills. Just like the cat chef in Metabetat, he can even cook unpopular ingredients like peach-haired beast king intestines (mh2), so he can naturally be called a superb culinary artist.

But Rock Dragons don't appear in the dense forest, so they probably won't deal with this thing."

"Is that so?" Muti's expression was not just lost, he was even a little panicked.

"But, but in this weather, even if we use ice crystals, the Rock Dragon Tail won't last for a few days. Is it just going to be wasted?!

"Does anyone here know a chef who can handle a Rock Dragon Tail? Help!" Muti began to babble incoherently.

Aolan looked at her speechlessly. This guy wouldn't think that chefs who can handle precious ingredients are everywhere, right? Where can he find a chef who can handle Rock Dragon Tail for you at short notice?

"Actually, meow, I might know a little bit about how to deal with this thing meow"

Everyone's eyes turned to the open fish ball.

"You can cook, meow?" Seabuckthorn seemed particularly unconvinced. "The only thing I can trust is your knife skills, meow. I dare not eat anything other than the sashimi you make, meow."

Yuwan bared his fangs angrily at Seabuckthorn.

Aolan patted Seabuckthorn's head. Although Yuwan had some character flaws, he was not a cat who liked to brag.

And from what Muti had said before, it was Yuwan who told her to smoke the cross-section of the rock dragon tail to prevent it from rotting and to use ice crystals to preserve it.

This makes Yuwan's words more credible.

"Where did you learn this?" Orlan couldn't help but ask curiously.

Yuwan licked his paw and said, "I didn't learn this meow specifically, I saw it. A few years ago, when I was practicing with my father at the border, I saw it do the Rock Dragon Tail Meow twice.

I may not remember the details clearly, but I have a general idea of ​​the process."

Orlan looked at it strangely. "Your father? Isn't your father the partner of Muti's father, the legendary hunting cat? He's also a master cat chef?"

If you only have some cooking skills, you won't specifically master the processing methods of rare ingredients like rock dragon tail.

As his father's most loyal admirer, Yuwan was very dissatisfied when his father's ability, even just his cooking ability, was questioned.

It squinted at Aolan and said, "You're a hunter, but you can cook, meow? The cat food my father makes is better than any ordinary chef's, meow!"

Ao Lang didn't care about Yuwan's words which were slightly sarcastic. Instead, he excitedly took out the memo he carried with him.

"Come, just for Muti's sake, let's share the recipe you learned from your father."

"No recipe, meow."

"Then tell me everything you saw!"

Chapter 184 Difficult Cooking

The description of the fish balls is indeed not very detailed, such as "put the rock dragon tail and the rock shell together on the fire and burn it meow."

As for how long it will burn and to what extent, it is unclear.

After repeated questioning by Orlan, he could only reluctantly come up with a vague recipe. As for what the final product would be like according to this recipe, he couldn't say.

The only thing to be thankful for is that although rock dragon tail is rare, it is not a weird ingredient. Even if the final dish is not delicious, it is just a problem of the meat not being tender enough and the sauce not being flavorful enough.

It's not as serious as the Peach-haired Beast King's large intestine that Brother Sail mentioned before. If it is not handled correctly, not only can it not be eaten, but even the kitchen utensils will have to be thrown away.

Facing Muti's expectant eyes, Orlan finally nodded and agreed to it.

Let's try it later. Anyway, this guy's minimum requirement for food is as low as a trash can. Even if you boil the rock dragon tail in water and add some salt, she can eat it happily.

Muti also had a mysterious confidence in Orlan's cooking skills. Seeing the former agree, she immediately stopped worrying and her appetite increased greatly due to her good mood.

She ate most of the food and wine on the table by herself, leaving Sai Er stunned.

After they had almost finished eating, Sayre left on the pretext of dealing with the monster materials he had harvested from the last hunt.

He doesn't have too high a pursuit of food. Although he is free now, it doesn't hurt to play with the younger generations and have a few bites of delicious food.

But these two juniors, a man and a woman, weren't exactly being affectionate with each other, but they were close enough. What were he doing huddled around with them? He might as well be doing something else.

The two men didn't think much about it, but just stared at the dragon tail that was more than 100 centimeters long on the long table that was cleared after the meal.

It's just that Oran is worried, while Muti is drooling.

Looking at the first step of the "Rock Dragon Tail Cooking Recipe" on the memo - cut from the seam of the rock shell and cut the whole dragon tail into several sections

This step is a bit of a hassle, otherwise a dragon tail that is almost as long as Fu Fu can't be stuffed completely into the pot, right?

"So, let's cut it first." Orlan pulled out the peeling knife and made a few moves on the dragon's tail, seeming a little hesitant.

The hunter dining at the next table couldn't help but cast a strange look.

Aolan put away the knife and said, "Well, we can't just deal with the dragon's tail here. We have to find a suitable place first."

"A suitable place?" Muti blinked at him with clear eyes.

Ao Lang fell silent. This place seemed difficult to find. Cutting the dragon's tail was a piece of cake. At most, some grease and blood would flow out, which could be wiped off.

But where's the pot and stove for baking, frying, and boiling?

If he were to use the portable cooker he usually uses for cooking in the hunting ground to process this thing, wouldn't it collapse the stove?

"How about borrowing the kitchen here, meow?" Seabuckthorn suggested. "It's past dinner time now, so the kitchen shouldn't be too busy, meow. Ask the guildmaster to say hello. It should be fine, meow."

Ao Lang nodded. In order to cook the Rock Dragon Tail, they needed not only a place but also various kitchen utensils. Borrowing a kitchen was almost the only way.

"I'll go and tell them!"

Muti stood up from his seat very proactively, trotted all the way to the task counter, and without saying a few words ran back excitedly, followed by the little poster girl Lillian.

Aolan grinned, knowing without a doubt that Miss Noah must have agreed.

In order to keep herself and Muti, the woman would probably nod and agree very happily as long as they did not break the law or deliberately cause damage.

The fact was just as he thought. The little receptionist who came with Muti greeted them energetically and said lively, "Sister Noah asked me to take you to the kitchen! I'll go talk to the chefs!"

"Let's go!" Muti picked up the rock dragon's tail and took big strides.

Aolan had no choice but to stand up and follow.

The kitchen of the tavern in the meeting house continued the usual style of the Metabetat Guild. Regardless of whether it was needed at the moment, it was built larger.

The kitchen is quite large and has quite complete facilities.

Upon hearing that a hunter wanted to borrow the kitchen, the cat chef who led the cat chefs seemed a little reluctant, but after little Lillian emphasized that this was the intention of the president, Miss Noah, the cat chefs had to reluctantly agree.

"I'll let you borrow it, meow, but this is the cafeteria that provides meals for everyone in the tavern. There are some rules that must be followed no matter what, meow!"

The mustachioed cat chef waved a large spoon with great momentum, "First, take off your armor, take a good bath, and then change into clean casual clothes and come meow.

We will prepare chef hats and aprons.

No weapons allowed in the kitchen, meow. Not even skinning knives, meow. I know you hunters are going to want to use skinning knives to cut ingredients again, meow. No, meow!

Who knows what your peeling knife has cut? It will contaminate the ingredients and cutting board! "

Olangmuti looked at each other. Although they felt it was a bit troublesome, the kitchen was someone else's territory after all, so they could only obey.

The two of them went back to their rooms, put down their belongings, took a shower and changed clothes.

Seabuckthorn took the opportunity to slip away. According to it, it had to quickly transform Thunder Wolf Dragon No. 2 while Yuwan stayed by Muti's side and was very clingy.

Back in the kitchen, wearing light clothes and a chef's hat and apron, Olang felt a strange feeling.

He has always regarded cooking as a means to improve hunting efficiency, and he has never thought about becoming a chef one day.

After checking the hygiene of the two people, the cat chef finally let them into the kitchen.

There wasn't much work to do, so Chef Cat followed them personally to prevent them from making any mistakes.

Looking at the rock dragon tail in Muti's hand, the cat chef nodded continuously. "Rock dragon tail, meow, it is indeed a very famous and precious ingredient. Can you cook it, meow?"

"I think I can do it. Can I borrow a kitchen knife?" Orlan asked.

The cat chef handed over a kitchen knife that was about two palms long, sharp but thin.

".Do you have any bigger ones?" Orlan gestured. "This is hard to cut."

The cat chef glanced at the rock dragon tail, nodded, ran to the knife rack and took out a knife that was more than one meter long and looked more like a sword than a kitchen knife.

Orlan took the kitchen knife, subconsciously turned his wrist, made a sword flower, and then met the dangerous gaze of the cat chef.

"Ahem, sorry, I'm used to it." Orlan laughed dryly. "Muti, help me put the Rock Dragon Tail on the counter."

"Okay!" Muti grabbed the rock dragon's tail with both hands and raised it above his head.

"Be gentle! Don't break the table!"

Muti, who was about to smash it down, quickly restrained his strength and gently placed the dragon's tail on the cooking table.

Orlan picked up a clean cloth, wiped the kitchen knife, and then cut the thin blade along the gap in the rock armor.

The slender kitchen knife dragged slowly, cutting through the bast under the shell bit by bit, and then breaking through the elastic muscles and fascia layer by layer until it reached the bones.

In order to facilitate the movement of the tail during the process of biological evolution, the gap in the dragon's tail shell is generally aligned with the distance between the tail bones. Orlan flipped the blade and finally found the gap between the tail bones.

After another round of cutting, a piece was finally cut off from the rock dragon's tail.

The cat chef wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He could see that Orlan didn't know how to use a kitchen knife at all, but at least the latter didn't choose to use great force to create a miracle. This was enough to make him feel relieved.

With this experience, the subsequent cutting work became much easier.

After more than ten minutes, the complete rock dragon tail was finally cut into several pieces that could be put into the big pot.

"What's next, meow?"

The chef watched curiously until he saw Orlan take out a small notebook from his arms and flip through it. He was suddenly speechless.

I actually learned how to make it right away! What a waste of such great ingredients!

Orlan noticed the cat chef's gaze, but what could he do?

These professional cat chefs could probably do a better job than him, but they had never done it before, were not sure, and were afraid of making a mess so they dared not try. So, as an amateur, he could only try his hand at it.

"Next... pour in some liquor and put it on the oven?" Orlan muttered. "I wonder how long it'll take."

The cat chef finally couldn't help but speak up. "The strong liquor is to remove the fishy smell, meow. Searing it with the shell should be to remove the fishy smell while allowing the meat to shrink slightly and separate slightly from the shell, making it easier to handle the next step, meow. The same is done with the fire dragon tail, meow."

"I see, I see." Ao Lang quickly took out a pen and wrote down the information. As he wrote, he asked, "So how long should the burning be?"

The cat chef's whiskers twitched. "Put it on the grill and flip it over, meow. You can take it down once the liquor is burned off, meow."

"Oh, and then?"

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The following cooking time was spent in countless questions and answers.

After all, the information on the recipe that was pieced together based on Yuwan's memory was very vague.

For example, if the recipe says "fry on both sides", details like how much oil to use, the temperature, and how long to fry are all difficult for Orlan.

The cat chef can make a pretty accurate judgment based on his rich cooking experience.

So Olang followed the steps in the recipe, flattered the cat chef to get advice, and perfected the recipe.

After stumbling and falling, we finally reached the final stewing step.

At this time, the cat chef's face had already turned wooden.

Olang claims that he only knows how to fry and grill, not stew, so the seasoning of this soup is completely according to his instructions, which can be said to be a classic Metabettat Milin style.

But Muti was also troubled by the fact that this dish should have been "Rock Dragon Tail Stewed in Red Wine". Although Metabetat never used red wine in her cooking, Orlan still followed her wishes, after all, it was she who got the dragon tail.

Watching Muti carrying a barrel of red wine and pouring it into the big pot with "tons, tons, tons, tons", the cat chef closed his eyes in pain.

With dense forest matsutake as the base, accompanied by a rich clear soup made with a variety of herbs, stewed with oily rock dragon tail, and then mixed with the fruity aroma of red wine and its unique astringency, no one knows what this dish will turn out like in the end.

"I don't care about it, meow."

Chapter 185 The Taste of Complexity

In the huge iron pot that an adult could sit in with their legs curled up and use as a bathtub, the gradually thickening soup was slowly rolling.