The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 221 - 142 Grilled Pufferfish

Chapter 221: Chapter 142 Grilled Pufferfish

While taking advantage of this moment, she picked up a few rocks by the creek, but none suited her needs.

In her storage bag, she had Tusk, but how could she dare take it out to use? That was a Magic Artifact! If the fox demon had the slightest knowledge, it might even recognize that it was made from Divine Beast’s Teeth. If that happened, there would be no way she could explain herself, even if she had mouths all over her body.

The Red Fox Demon sat leaning against an old locust tree, one leg straightened, the other knee bent, a posture identical to Changtian’s. He plucked a blade of grass and chewed on it leisurely, his eyes gazing into the distance, though what he was thinking remained a mystery.

She approached him with two rocks in hand and hesitated for a while without being able to speak.

"What’s wrong?" The fox demon glanced sideways at her. No one had ever dared to get so close, yet this girl did not seem to irritate him.

She chuckled awkwardly, "I need to scale the fish, and the rocks here are not sharp enough. Lord, could you possibly...?" It was hard to cook without the right tools, unless he didn’t mind swallowing scales along with the fish!

In fact, this was all instructed by Changtian. He had analyzed, "Foxes are naturally suspicious. Since you are to travel with him, just be yourself, the more natural, the more genuine. Just by looking at his attitude towards mortals, we can tell how arrogant he is. Since he didn’t kill you at the beginning, he probably won’t later either."

But was he really judging others by himself?

She had the audacity to order him around! The fox demon curled his lip, somewhat annoyed, yet he still said, "Hand them over." He took the stones and glanced at them, then raised both and rubbed them against each other. The force used didn’t seem great, and there wasn’t the grating sound of stones clashing, but stone dust trickled down steadily.

In just a few breaths’ time, he handed back the stones: "Done."

The rocks had been sharpened into stone blades. She pressed gently on the edge; oh, it was indeed sharp!

"Lord, you truly possess vast Divine Skills!" she "marveled". Flattery may go through fire and water, but it never fails.

"Stop calling me ’Lord, Lord’; it sounds awful," laughed the Red Fox Demon with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, which lessened his fierceness by a fraction, "My name is Miluo."

"Lord Miluo!" She was quickly following his lead. Alas, being in someone else’s hands, it was best to show some savviness.

She looked around; there were no pots or pans, so how was she to cook? A great monster like Miluo, although possessing treasures capable of storage, would never keep such household items inside. And she had them, too, but they were left in the God Demon Prison.

Forget it; she’d resort to the oldest method—grilling the fish!

Luckily, the river water was clear and shallow, and the fish couldn’t grow too big. Miluo always went for the plump ones, yet each was no more than a foot long. Fish of this size were most suitable for spit-roasting.

She quickly scraped off the scales and gutted the fish, then laid the stone blade flat. With one hand pressing the fish and the other holding the blade, she gently sliced along the spine from the back, until an entire fillet came off, then did the same for the other side. The entire motion was smooth and continuous without pause, a skill in filleting that even caught Miluo’s attention. Afterward, she spread salt evenly over it, so the fish flesh was thoroughly seasoned, and then she sharpened some branches to thread through the fish.

By this time, Bai Hong and Bai Jing had run back carrying firewood. Without waiting for her instructions, they found dry leaves with the flint to start a fire. By the time she had all the fish ready, the fire was already lit.

Bai Hong even pulled out an oval, golden-yellow object from his pocket: "Sister, this is the Motherwort Fruit you like."

Upon seeing it, she was overjoyed. With this fruit, the taste of the grilled fish would reach new heights.

The so-called Motherwort Fruit is actually what the Huaxia people call "lemon," sour enough to set teeth on edge, but an excellent seasoning.

Her hands weren’t skilled enough to make a grill, so she had to plant the fish-laden sticks around the fire pit. Rather than grilling, it looked more like smoking, since there was no direct flame. But when it comes to grilling fish, the art lies in "river fish from the edge, sea fish from the body," meaning that river fish are best started from the curled edges.

The river was mainly populated with roe flowers fish, most of which Miluo had caught by hand; they were praised as "water pigs," referring to their delicious taste similar to pufferfish, indeed tender, plump, and exquisite in texture, with fewer bones than typical freshwater fish, and delicious no matter how cooked. She also prepared several medium-sized whitefish in the same manner.

There was another kind of fish, round-headed and covered in tiny spines. She stared at it for a long time but ultimately didn’t have the courage to try, and threw it back into the river.