Favorite of the Beast-world: I Got Rich Through Farming-Chapter 141 - 115: Preliminary City Infrastructure

"CLUCK! CLUCK!"

The pheasants flapped their wings wildly, shedding feathers as they stretched out their rounded beaks to peck viciously at Ling Hong.

But a Beastman’s skin was as hard as iron, so the back of Ling Hong’s hand only turned slightly red.

A few sharp CRACKS followed.

He had snapped the necks of both pheasants.

"We’re having an extra dish tonight."

Ling Hong hefted the pheasants, whose eyes were still open in death, and smiled at the still-shaken An Jin. "Let’s go. I’ll head back and cook for you. I remember you’ve always liked these."

Years ago, she had asked him to catch a live Wild Grass Bird for her, and he’d thought she was just craving it and wanted to eat it fresh.

"Mhm," An Jin replied, full of anticipation. Ling Hong’s cooking skills were now far better than hers.

Ling Hong took a stone blade to the riverbank and expertly plucked, gutted, and cleaned the two ill-intentioned pheasants.

An Jin saw that the green vegetables she had planted in the small garden behind the house before she left had grown quite a bit. She casually picked a few, planning to make soup with them back at the house.

When the two returned to the log cabin, the room was already as clean as new.

Gu Yin and Ling Hong were both rather casual about their own living space, but knowing An Jin liked things clean, they had gone to great lengths to sweep every speck of dust from the corners of the room.

Gu Yin had already transformed into a python over ten meters long and was slowly rubbing himself against the corners of the room.

Hearing footsteps at the door, it flicked its forked tongue and quickly slithered over to An Jin.

By tradition, there was supposed to be a grand bonfire feast tonight, where the clansmen would gather to sing, dance, and enjoy the celebration.

But unexpectedly, the heavens changed their mood in the blink of an eye. It had been a bright, clear day when they rushed back, but by early evening, a roaring downpour had begun.

This year’s great rainy season had arrived right on schedule.

Everyone had no choice but to give up on the bonfire feast. Instead, they huddled in their own homes with their partners or families, eating dinner while listening to the pitter-patter of the rain.

"Ah Jin, I’m back!"

As the sky was darkening, Xi’s voice, mingled with the sound of rain, came from the doorway.

The moment the door opened, a gust of damp, rain-mixed air blew into the warm room, and Xi quickly shut the door behind him.

His Shark Sha was soaked through. Dripping rainwater ran down his hair and skin, falling onto the animal-hide rug laid by the door.

Xi couldn’t defeat the ferocious beasts on land, so he often went to nearby waters to catch seafood and river delicacies.

He knew An Jin also loved to eat such aquatic foods.

His basket was filled with plump, tender fish, as well as many crabs, small shrimp, and some scallops and river clams.

Outside the window, it was already pitch-black. The Crystal Stones inside the room cast a hazy glow as the group worked together to clean the fish and shrimp.

Seafood doesn’t start to rot after it dies; its body begins to spoil as it’s dying. You have to quickly remove the entrails, which are the first part to decay, or you can easily get an upset stomach from eating it.

"The fish has roe!" An Jin exclaimed in pleasant surprise.

She used a stone spoon to scoop out a clump of yellowish roe and popped it into her mouth. ’Mmm, that’s the taste.’

The others all turned to look at her.

Ling Hong looked at her. "Now that the great rainy season is here, many animals have started to breed..."

He used to dislike fish because they had too many bones, but when game in the forest was scarce, he would also go out and catch some to eat, and often found fish with roe like this.

He’d always found eating the roe unsettling, so he would just throw it away with the guts.

Xi clutched his chest, shocked and pained. "Ah Jin, how can you eat fish roe? Those are baby fish! They could have grown into little fry!"

An Jin scooped up another spoonful and fed it to him. "Just try it. It’s delicious."

Xi chewed twice, hesitantly and reluctantly, before his eyes lit up. He quickly swallowed the roe. "Well, I suppose... there are so many fish in the river, a few less won’t make a difference..."

The roe could be eaten raw, but it was hard to digest. After savoring a couple of mouthfuls for the fresh taste, An Jin decided to set the rest aside to make a roe paste tomorrow.

On a cold, stormy night like this, a steaming hot pot was the most fitting meal.

Knowing that Xi and Gu Yin couldn’t handle spicy food, An Jin had specially prepared a large yin-yang pot ahead of time, divided down the middle with a tight-fitting wooden plank. One side was for a spicy broth, and the other was a plain, rich stock.

She and Ling Hong adored spicy food and had prepared a large jar of flavorful chili paste long ago, which they always used as a base for their hot pot.

For the other side of the pot, she first added cold water to fill it halfway, then put in the cleaned small fish, shrimp, and scallops. Finally, she sprinkled in some red dates and vegetable leaves, planning to simmer a fresh, savory stock.