Island Fishery

Chapter 334 Special Food - Pickled Puffin

In the polar night region, the night is filled with darkness, but the stars in the sky are very bright.

Li Shu, Qian Rongjie, Su Zhizhe and others took their pets, bodyguards, Uncle York and another Inuit named "Naruba" walked to the right side of the snow - they were going to bury it and ferment it of pickled puffins.

Pickled puffins—a fermented food made by the Inuit people in the Arctic region, killed more than a hundred puffins and a seal, stuffed the puffins into the stomach of the seal and buried them underground, after a year~ After three years of digging, most of the more than a hundred puffins with fur have been fermented.

For the Inuit, pickled puffins are the top delicacy, so when Li Shu proposed to try the pickled puffins made by "Naruba", the latter was full of reluctance, but when Li Shu said that he could pay At 1,000 kroner, the latter smiled instantly and said that he could give them 50 pickled puffins.

"50 is enough for us to eat." Li Shu walked with everyone in the snow, with bunches of flashlights shining in all directions. The team of a dozen people was quite chaotic, except for the cold wind blowing the snow There was the rustling of grains, and the creaking of people stepping on the snow.

Jing's second child is holding the little girl, while Jing's third child is holding the big orange cat. The big orange cat's paw was caught by a sea crab before, and now it has grown several times.

"Big orange cat, are your paws alright?" Li Shu said to the big orange cat nestled in Jing's arms while walking.

"Meow~" [I hate crabs! 】

"Haha." Seeing the angry look of the big orange cat, Li Shu couldn't help laughing, and said: "Don't be angry, big orange cat, didn't the crab that pinched your claws be caught and steamed, and then you ate it?" . ".

Li Shu suddenly reached out to touch the swollen paw of the big orange cat. The big paw was quite cute, but the big orange cat drew back its paw in dissatisfaction and refused to let him touch it.

Su Zhizhe, who was walking slightly in front, was talking to "Naruba" through the translator "Uncle York". Uncle York is the housekeeper of the three-story wooden building, and now he is also part-time as a tour guide for Li Shu and others, 200 crowns a day The tour guide fee is almost equivalent to 200 yuan.

"Naruba" is the owner of the pickled puffin. He is leading Li Shu and others to find the pickled puffin he buried two years ago.

"Naruba, how did you ensure that the pickled puffins you buried in the wild will not be discovered by other people in Ruzik City?" Qian Rongjie suddenly asked curiously.

If the pickled puffins that were laboriously made were poached by others, wouldn’t it be used as wedding clothes for others?

Li Shu, Su Zhizhe and others all looked at Naruba, they were also curious about this question.

Uncle York quickly translated, Naruba grinned confidently, and his big yellow teeth were instantly exposed in the air: "Of course I have my own method, but I will not tell you foreigners.".

Don't tell if you don't tell, but soon Li Shu, Su Zhizhe and others guessed his so-called "method", because - he couldn't find the place where he buried the pickled puffins, so he walked around in the snow After several laps, the little girl's snot was frozen out.

Su Zhizhe looked at the footprints on the ground, and while tidying up the scarf for his girlfriend Yao Li, he said: "Your so-called method of not being discovered by others is to forget the place of burial too, right?".

Uncle York: "......".

Li Shu and others: "...".

"Hahaha." Instant laughter spread in the snow under the night, loud and distant.

"Who said I couldn't find it!" Naruba looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. After hearing Uncle York's translation, he jumped angrily, then accelerated his pace to search nearby, and said in his mouth: "It's just time." It’s too long and my memory is a bit fuzzy, it’s all due to the damn night state, if it’s a day when the sun is bright, I must have found it long ago.”.

Sudden.

"Naruba", who was looking for the place where the puffins were pickled, had his eyes lit up, and ran south quickly, followed by everyone.

"I found it. My pickled puffin was buried there. I remember that big piece..." Naruba slipped before he finished speaking, and his sprawling head hit the ground straight.

Here is a snow-covered hilly area, and the position on the ground corresponding to Naruba's head happened to be a hard rock protruding more than 20 centimeters from the ground.

If it fell right now, Naruba might be half disabled at least, or dead on the spot at worst.

"God! It's dangerous!" Uncle York couldn't help exclaiming.

"Save him quickly!".

"Omg!".

brush~

Just when the back of Naruba's head was only 1 centimeter away from the stone on the ground, Jing Laosan who rushed to him at top speed pulled him up.

"#@%#@%………" Naruba looked back at the stones on the ground, his lips were trembling with fright, and his eyes were full of gratitude when he looked at Jing Laosan.

Uncle York translated, and said to Jing Laosan: "Naruba said that you are his savior, and he will pray for you forever.".

There was a playful smile on the corner of Jing Laosan's mouth, and said: "Can Naruba buy us pickled puffins for free?".

Uncle York translated Jing Lao San's words to Naruba, who was silent for a moment, and it seemed that the feeling of saving lives was not very important.

"Okay, let's dig the pickled puffins." Li Shu said with a smile.

"Yes yes yes, dig quickly." Uncle York was also slightly embarrassed, even urging Naruba to dig quickly.

The pickled puffin was buried under the snow. After clearing the snow, a hole in the frozen soil was found. A dead seal was in the hole. When the seal was dragged out and cut open with a knife, a faint smell of corruption wafted out instantly.

"Fortunately, this is winter. If it were summer, the smell would be much stronger." Qian Rongjie covered his nose with his hand and said sullenly.

Hundreds of puffins fermented in the stomach of the seal were taken out. The fur of the puffins, which were as big as a chick, was wet and black. Naruba easily removed the skin of the puffins and tore them off from the reddish bird legs. A shred of bird meat was stuffed into his mouth and chewed.

"@#%#@/..." Naruba's face was full of intoxication.

Uncle York translated: “Naruba says the puffins are well fermented and very tasty”.

Before Li Shu gave Naruba 1,000 kroner, according to the agreement, the latter gave them 50 pickled puffins, stood in the snow, divided one pickled puffin for each person, and put the remaining 30 pickled puffins into them. In the packaging bag, Jing Lao Er carried it.

Li Shu tore off the leg meat of a pickled puffin, stared at the 3 cm long meat strip that looked like beef, and Li Shu stuffed the meat strip into his mouth.

"The taste is not bad, it is light, but there is a little bit of sweetness after natural fermentation." Li Shu commented.

"It's a bit like rabbit meat." The little girl said.

"It's quite delicious." Yao Li also said, but after taking two bites, she handed the puffin in her hand to Su Zhizhe, who threw the puffin on the ground after eating two more bites. The puffin on the ground picked it up, "sucked" it and ate it, tsk-tsk.

"It's much more delicious than I imagined." Qian Rongjie also said, but in an instant he saw the way Naruba was eaten, and almost spit it out.

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