Above The Sky
Chapter 146 - 146 135 Days Fly By

146: Chapter 135 Days Fly By 146: Chapter 135 Days Fly By During his stroll around the market this time, Ian used the identification function of the Silver Chip to select a good deal of well-rated ingredients.

A plate of shrimp, a dozen eggs, and a piece of beef rib.

In the identification view, the Origin Quality content of this box of shrimp was ten times that of venison, and the eggs far surpassed their own kind as well.

The base Origin Quality content of the premium beef rib was as high as 0.09—eating a hundred pieces would be equivalent to consuming one light blue Demonic Beast Material.

No wonder even Nobles consider beef and mutton to be precious ingredients; the Origin Quality contained within these large cultivated creatures is feared to be second only to Magical Beasts and odd wild beasts like the Bison Giant Cow.

With such nutritious food at hand, the venison and seagull meat from before naturally fell to a secondary position…

maybe use them as bait for fishing next time.

The shrimp from Harrison Port have coral rock-hard shells, almost as hard as rocks themselves, which is how they got their name.

It is a large arthropod between tiger shrimp and mantis shrimp, feeding on small fish, algae, and marine plankton.

One is as large as half a palm of an adult and a plate of ten exceeds one pound in weight, but the price is quite affordable, only costing one Bison.

From the Fantasia Reef Cluster to Odell Reef, coral rock shrimp communities can be found around all the reefs, and capturing them is not difficult at all.

In Ian’s Foresight View, the shrimp and eggs are creamy white, while the premium beef rib is even richer like milk, although not yet reaching the pale blue domain.

Ian first used a small knife to peel the shell and remove the head, took out the shrimp vein, leaving only the pure white tender shrimp meat.

After opening the back of the shrimp meat and cleaning it, he separated the egg yolks for use.

The young man mixed a few egg yolks with the shrimp meat, then added a spoon of the refined salt he extracted during his daily alchemy experiments, making sure it was evenly seasoned.

After wrapping it in potato starch, he lit the fire to heat the oil.

At home, there was lard, butter, sea otter oil, and fish oil for cooking different foods, and this time he used lard—by heating the oil in an iron pan until it became fragrant, then frying the starch-coated egg yolk shrimp meat.

He would flip them after forty seconds, repeating this six times before adding a small piece of butter for extra flavor, then fried them twice more; after the shrimp balls turned golden yellow, they could then be taken out and set aside.

The next step was to fry a few more egg yolks in the oil quickly, and then add the shrimp meat to be wrapped in the semi-solid egg yolk.

Halfway through frying the Golden Egg Shrimp Meat, a rich aroma of egg and shrimp filled the house.

Click, a faint sound of the door opening could be heard, and a little white head peeked out quietly, followed by a pair of dark purple eyes.

After a night of torrential rain, coupled with concerns for his brother and ‘uncle,’ Elan did not sleep well in the Elder’s Hall last night, and it was only after a nap at noon today that he somewhat recovered his spirits.

But having almost gone a whole day without food, his stomach was truly growling with hunger.

Out of shyness to trouble his brother and not wanting to seem too greedy, the little boy had been silently waiting for mealtime to arrive.

As a result, Ian spent the afternoon testing the identification function of the Silver Chip in the fish and livestock markets, causing Elan to be so hungry that his head was getting a little fuzzy.

He tossed and turned in bed for a long time, until he hardly had any energy left to roll, not having received the lunch that should have been there long ago.

But now, at dinner time, the pure aroma of protein rolled within the kitchen and streamed into the house, immediately making the little boy sit up from bed and sneak out to check the situation.

“Awake, Elan?

You must be hungry, right?”

Noticing his younger brother’s sneaky movements, Ian’s mouth curled into a smile.

He apologized, “I was too busy just now, thinking about other things, and forgot to cook for you…

Go wash your hands.

The food will be ready soon, and then we can eat.”

“No, I’m not hungry!”

Upon hearing his brother’s voice, Elan started, feeling a bit embarrassed about appearing too greedy, but because Ian’s cooking smelled so delicious, he obediently walked out of the room to fetch water and wash his hands.

The Charcoal Crystal Sand Water Purifier that Ian made wasn’t perfect, but the water from the Ivoke River by Harrison Port was already very clean.

A little filtering and boiling made it completely safe to drink.

He had thought of asking Elder Prude to help popularize the design of the water purifier, but after consideration, the elder decided to hold off until Ian was twelve and no longer a ‘child.’ He would then personally present it to Viscount Grant to be spread throughout Harrison Port.

This was an excellent opportunity to enhance prestige and reputation.

Elder Prude was old, but Ian, as his future successor, definitely needed it.

And by the time Elan had washed his hands and face and was sitting obediently at the table, a plate of golden fried shrimp was placed in front of him.

“Eat up.”

Rubbing Elan’s little head, Ian went back to handle the beef ribs—in this case, no further treatment was necessary.

He had prepared a cup of honey water with honey and sugar, then moved the pan aside, cleaned and cut the meat, and smeared a layer of oil and salt on the ribs before grilling them over the stove.

At the table, Elan cautiously speared a steaming piece of egg yolk coated shrimp with his wooden fork.

He was a bit scared of the heat, but the shrimp’s aroma was so enticing, and since he was truly famished, he bit off a small piece.

The initial taste was the crunchy egg yolk, followed by the tender and savory shrimp—the meat of the coral rock shrimp was hard to cook thoroughly without becoming too tough, which might be appreciated by adults for its chewiness but certainly not by children.

But Ian’s control of the heat was impeccable, ending just when the rock shrimp meat was cooked through but not yet overdone.

Even a child of Elan’s age, four or five years old, could savor the deliciousness.

“Tasty…

a bit salty, but tasty!”

Although his tongue was a little burnt and the flavor seemed slightly strong, Elan couldn’t help wanting a second bite—he looked up toward the kitchen, wanting to share the delicious food with his brother.

But the boy saw instead a piece of rib steak sizzling with oil.

Sizzling…

the sound of the steak grilling was always so tempting.

Ian controlled the heat, ceaselessly brushing the honey water over the ribs, releasing a rich beef aroma into the air.

“Eat up, Elan.”

Noticing Elan’s hesitation, Ian turned back with a smile, then continued to seriously tend to the steaks before him.

Watching his older brother, the white-haired boy turned his head, glanced at the steak beside him, and the golden shrimp in front of him.

He couldn’t help feeling a bit regretful.

——Uncle, where are you?

Are you really not coming back for a very, very long time?

——It’s such a pity, brother’s cooking is really, really good…

By the time Elan was eating his third shrimp, the rib steak was also ready.

As he served the steak, Ian couldn’t help being a little surprised, “How come you’re not eating much today?

Is it not tasty?”

“No, that’s not it!”

To this, Elan firmly denied, “It’s just, a bit salty…

Brother, it’s a bit too salty, I think I need, some water…”

“Is that so?”

Ian also felt a little strange, he sampled a piece of shrimp himself, crispy and tender, with a light and fresh flavor.

It’s supposed to be on the blander side…

But soon, he remembered the matter of his own nerve damage, knowing that his perceptions had been off these past few months.

Even the Silver Chip couldn’t repair his nerve damage quickly.

“I see…

well, I’ll make you some honey water later.”

Ian said softly, while Elan, faintly aware of the youth’s mood, spoke cautiously, “That’s expensive, right?

You don’t have to, I’ll just drink some water…”

“No matter how expensive, it’s just that.”

Shaking his head, Ian raised his head to look at Elan, who was watching him attentively like a small animal, their ocean-blue and dark violet eyes met, the brothers silently gazing into each other’s faces.

The young boy’s face showed a hint of worry.

He hadn’t forgotten the sight of his brother suddenly kneeling on the ground in agony that morning.

A few seconds later, the youth smiled.

Ian, gazing at the only relative he had in this world, chuckled lightly, “Don’t worry so much, you need to eat more as you’re growing…

Tomorrow I’ll go ask the Elder for some more milk.”

“Here, open up.”

He took a knife, cut off a small piece of steak, and held it up to Elan’s mouth: “Try this and see how it tastes, what do you think of the texture?

So I can make improvements next time.”

Blinking, Elan bit down without hesitation.

“Hmm…

the meat is tender, the crust is crispy …

crunch crunch…

Delicious!” he chewed and then gave a serious review: “Sweet and fragrant!”

“How about a taste of this part?” The youth smiled as he lifted the small knife, Ian continued feeding him.

“Wow!

The juice is bursting out!

So fragrant~”

“Try this piece.”

“Delicious…

Brother, won’t you have some too?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll eat too.”

…

A night passed.

Another night passed.

Nights came and went.

Days flew by just like that.

Until the summer passed, and autumn arrived.