Food Poems

Chapter 5 Is this S...Lyme?
The next day.

In the golden autumn season, the sky is clear and blue, and the snow-white horse pulls the carriage and gallops across the field where purple flowers are blooming.

The girl with a ponytail sat on the wooden board outside the carriage, her body swaying with the bumps. She raised her hand to block the sun, feeling bored, and spoke to the inside of the carriage:
"Yeats, can I ask you a question?"

"what?"

"Your father really likes drinking coconut milk, doesn't he?" Gray said with a smile.

Inside the carriage, a handsome young man was concentrating on reading, his face expressionless.

You can also use puns in another world, right?
The world's languages ​​are divided into different languages ​​according to different races and kingdoms, and in the context of Golden Lion, the homophones mentioned by Grey do exist.

Yeats closed the book, revealing its cover.

A Guide to the Customs of Other Races

This book was left in the carriage by my predecessor.

It mainly introduces the customs and habits of various races on this continent, such as elves, dwarves, orcs, the energetic Argonians, and so on.

The book is profound and extensive, but it has remained unknown for a long time.

It became famous only after it was included in the church's index of banned books.

"It's recommended on the must-read book list," Yeats complained.

Gray outside the car seemed very bored. She tapped the car again with her fingers and chatted:
"Yeats, does this pure white Roland warhorse have a name?"

Gray was asking about the horses that pulled the carriage. They were of pure pedigree, snow-white coat, handsome appearance, and were well cared for by Phocas.

"radish."

Yeats is full of nonsense.

"You can also call it Lou, Torret, or the Golden Ship."

In fact, its real name is Luobo. It seems that there are quite a lot of people called this name, like the person named Zi Han in the previous life.

From the car window came a reminder from Fokasi: "Master, there are hills ahead. We'd better lead the horses and walk."

Yeats got off the carriage and saw Phocas holding the reins with one hand and adjusting the one-handed sword scabbard at his waist with the other hand, while Grey was playing with the gleaming hand axe with her head down.

"It's a very good one-handed axe, worth a lot of silver coins." Ye Zhi took a look.

"I stole it from bandits. I don't want any money." Gray smiled with her white teeth.

"Something is approaching." Fokasi warned seriously, and drew out his one-handed sword with a clang, "Master, be careful."

A petrified sheep appeared running in front of the field of vision. Its body was made of black steel-colored iron plates, and its curved antelope horns were bright silver.

This monster has no flesh and blood, and is made of metal. It feeds on ore and mainly attacks by butting and kicking. It is not very threatening and can be conquered in one go.

The Earl's carriage was made of extraordinary materials and soon attracted the attention of the petrified sheep, which rammed it head-on.

Gray whistled.

"Look, Ye Zhini, my hiring fee is not for nothing!"

Whoosh!
She threw the hand axe, which whistled through the wind and spun several times, accurately penetrating the gap between the iron plates of the petrified sheep.

Boom!
The petrified sheep's momentum was greatly reduced, and it made a sharp sound like metallic friction, fell to the ground with a thud, and raised a cloud of dust.

Fucas couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master, you have a good eye. You really recruited excellent guards!"

Gray was full of black lines, hey, hey, shouldn't you praise me at this time? Why are you praising your master?
She was about to step forward to retrieve her hatchet.

Ye Zhi pulled her back and whispered, "Wait, there are more monsters."

At the place where the petrified sheep fell, an imperceptible mass of black sticky substance began to wriggle. It quietly crawled towards the petrified sheep, slowly extending its black liquid tentacles and wrapping the petrified sheep completely.

"My hatchet!" Gray wailed.

"It turns out to be a black pudding monster."

Fokas suddenly realized, "It feeds mainly on metal and secretes digestive acid that can dissolve metal, but it has little interest in humans. Unless you are an adventurer wearing metal equipment, you will not be actively attacked by the black pudding monster."

"There are metal veins on this mountain, which provide living conditions for the petrified sheep. There is a food chain relationship with the black pudding monster." Yeats then analyzed, "The black pudding monster is not very interested in blood. The presence of petrified sheep drives away the wild predators of birds, making this place a nesting home."

Gray whimpered, "My hand axe..."

Fokasi expressed his concern: "But if we want to pass through here with our carriage, we must first get rid of this black pudding monster."

The map only marked the ochre jelly monster, but not the black pudding monster, which troubled Fokasi. However, the wild environment changed very quickly, and the price of a new version of the map was more than ten times higher than the old version.

Using brute force to hack at the black pudding monster would only cause this historical... lime-like creature to split apart again.

Ye Zhi looked at the two of them and asked, "Do you two know magic? Fire bombs are best, right?"

Phokas and Gray shook their heads in embarrassment.

If there is no wizard in a team, it depends on fate when the whole team will be wiped out. Ye Zhi sighed and ordered: "Gray, take a bucket of oil, pour it on the black pudding monster, and then pull an oil line over."

"Oh, I see!" Gray quickly understood the plan, took off all the metal products on her body, and approached the black pudding monster that was still digesting.

The black pudding monster's reaction was quite slow.

Gray looked at the hand axe immersed in it with heartache, dumped the oil can, pulled out an oil line, and lit it with a match.

boom!
The flames instantly engulfed the black pudding monster.

After a while, the black pudding monster collapsed on the ground, hissing with black smoke.

"Phocas, go make a bucket of hot tea and pour it on its head now."

"Hot tea?"

"Gel-type monsters, such as the black pudding monster, can react with hot tea and dissolve."

Ye Zhi said seriously: "The holy water sold by the church to low-level adventurers contains a large amount of tea leaves, which is quite effective against the common gel-type monsters in low-level areas."

Furcas and Gray looked shocked.

More strange and interesting facts!
I have a feeling that the young master's knowledge has become far greater than before during this trip...Fokas thought to himself.

But there are all kinds of talents in this world, and the talent for food is indeed related to Warcraft.

Fokasi thought this was a great thing.

After all, Morning Frost Ridge lacks knights who hunt regularly, and when taking over the territory, they will have to deal with a group of troublesome monsters first!

wow——

After the hot tea was poured over it, the black pudding monster completely stopped moving.

Gray pulled out her beloved axe, which was corroded to the point that only the handle was left, with a look of heartache on her face.

"The last thing Morning Frost Ridge lacks is bandits and pirates," Ye Zhi consoled, "provided you have enough equipment, if you can win."

"The petrified sheep in the black pudding monster's body has not had time to be completely digested." Fokasi observed carefully.

"Really?" Ye Zhi's eyes lit up, "Pull out the intact petrified sheep iron plate, I have a use for it!"

"Yes, sir," Phocas asked. "What is it for?"

Yeats: "Petrified Lamb Teppanyaki."

Fucas: ???

"No, no, this is the iron plate on the monster's body. Using it to cook will cause metal poisoning, right?" Gray couldn't understand.

Yeats didn't reply, but half squatted down and observed the remains of the black pudding monster.

Gray's face changed slightly, and she hurried to stop him:
"You're not planning on eating the black pudding monster, are you? Just because it's called pudding doesn't mean it's edible."

"Of course not."

Before Gray could breathe a sigh of relief, Ye Zhi took out a kitchen knife, cut open the black pudding monster, and said attentively:
"It's just taking the natural gel from its body."

Grey: ???
"Gel-type monsters have their own organ structures."

Yeats explained: "The gel left behind by removing the extra organs has many uses."

Gray: “…”

Who asked you this?

Ye Zhi had already collected the necessary ingredients, exhaled, and smiled:

"Okay, let's leave here in one go and rest at the foot of the mountain. I'll make delicious food for everyone."

Gray said in a resentful tone: "Such a disgusting mass of slime...are we really going to eat the black pudding monster?"

"It's black pudding monster gel, not black pudding monster," Yeats corrected.

"There's no difference at all!" Gray turned her head away. "Say something, housekeeper!"

Phocas looked up at the sky, tears in his eyes, and murmured:

"The young master is going to cook for himself again. I am so touched."

Grey: ()
If you continue like this, I will sue you for employment abuse according to the law...

The crisis was over and the carriage quickly drove away from the hillside.

As night fell, a pair of eyes shining with yellow light opened in the dark jungle.

The black shadow looked towards the fire in the carriage, flapped its wings, and followed quietly.

(End of this chapter)