I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 132: The Beautiful Youth
After refining all the crude salt into fine salt, Eric clapped his hands triumphantly, then grabbed his kitchen knife and went to handle the giant lobster.
The lobster was enormous; just looking at its giant claws, one could tell its power was not insignificant. But in return, the meat inside was definitely not lacking.
Michael, who had just about lost all his patience prying open seashells, happily ran over to lend a hand, using his strength to pin down the two struggling claws.
Eric, holding the kitchen knife, first made a decisive cut along the lobster’s soft abdomen to drain the water inside.
It was a pity they didn’t bring garlic. Eric thought of the fragrant aroma of garlic butter lobster, feeling a pang of regret.
This lobster was too big; the best way was to shell all the meat for cooking. Eric faced its rock-hard shell, finding it a bit difficult, so he handed the task over to Michael.
The claws of an adult Snow Wolf were both sharp and hard, making them perfect for shelling a lobster. Soon, the translucent, jelly-like white lobster meat was peeled out, piled high on a wooden platter.
Eric mentally reviewed the spices he had and decided to make salt and pepper lobster and chili oil braised lobster.
This was the first time he’d had such an abundant "battle," using only lobster meat for stir-frying, and in thick-cut chunks at that. Just thinking about it made his mouth water.
There was also a jar of animal fat in their bundle, which was perfect for frying the lobster meat.
They hadn’t brought much animal fat initially, but along the way, Michael had dug up a den of guinea pigs hibernating for the winter, every one of them plump.
Eric had rendered the fat from them into oil. This rendered oil was very fragrant, whether spread on grilled meat or added to soup.
Eric himself didn’t like overly fatty meat, and oil was much easier to carry.
This method wasn’t wasteful either.
Previously, when the Snow Wolves grilled meat, the outer layer of fat would be roasted until shriveled just to get the inside cooked through.
Life was much better now; they could even eat their fill of seafood. Eric hummed happily as he added the animal fat to the clay pot. They now used pottery made by the tribe, which was sturdy and wouldn’t break easily.
As he was busy, Eric’s ears suddenly twitched. Just now, it seemed like the sound of a very large wave had come from the sea.
He paused his hands and looked up at the ocean. Max and Michael had noticed even earlier than he; both were frowning as they stared at the distant sea surface.
Fortunately, the three of them had chosen a rather high place to avoid the wind. If they were lower, and a big wave hit, the seawater could very well flood their tent.
The sea, which had been calm, suddenly showed a line of white in the distance.
As it got closer, Eric was horrified to discover it was a wall of water, a true tsunami with waves nearly ten meters high.
Max quickly gathered the pearls they had pried from the shells, then stood with Eric and Michael on the highest reef. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
The massive wave, like a giant’s hand formed from the sea, rapidly approached the shore, crashing onto the beach with earth-shattering force.
In an instant, the wind stopped, and the waves calmed, leaving behind only a devastated beach.
Eric stood on high ground, with a large reef they had chosen for a windbreak in front of them, and Max shielding him, so he didn’t get much seawater on him.
"That was a huge wave," he remarked, looking around.
Even their salt-boiling fire had been extinguished. The pot of seawater they had painstakingly almost boiled down was filled to the brim by a wave. They would have to start boiling the salt all over again.
To be safe, they had placed the fire in a spot closer to the wind-blocking rock.
After this wave passed, their losses weren’t significant. But the creatures near the shore at the bottom of the sea were done for, tossed and turned by the waves, with quite a few washed onto the sandy beach.
The quiet beach was suddenly filled with countless strange creatures. Even several sea turtles were washed ashore, struggling to flip over, waving their short legs to return to the sea.
In addition, there were countless fish, shrimp, and shellfish, as if the sea had kindly washed ashore a seafood supermarket for Eric, the kind you don’t have to pay for.
"We were planning to catch some more to bring back to the tribe when we left, but who knew the food would come to us."
Michael picked up a plump, round sea fish, marveling at this blessing from the sky.
"Right, right, it’s cold anyway, so we can freeze it and bring it back to the tribe without worrying about it spoiling."
It would be too wasteful not to bring so much seafood back to the tribe. As for the reason, they could think of one later.
Eric happily dragged a fish further away so it couldn’t jump back into the sea and escape. Doing so would be letting down the kindness of the wave.
Eric chose the ones that weren’t very aggressive and were of a size he could drag. The large or aggressive ones were left to the two adult Snow Wolves.
Their intended lunch had been delayed by this unexpected wave. The three of them busied themselves, transporting a large amount of food on the beach.
Crabs, it seemed, couldn’t be eaten dead.
Eric saw many crabs of all sizes on the sand. He recalled from his past life that a friend from Nghe An had told him dead crabs were poisonous.
He didn’t know if the Snow Wolves’ bodies could resist the toxin, but it was best not to risk it.
Eric only tied up the largest, living crab for dinner, letting the others scurry around freely.
There were also many of the large shrimp he loved. Besides the usual green and black shrimp, Eric also saw a few red and blue ones.
He just didn’t know if they were poisonous. especially the large, translucent blue shrimp, which looked splendid under the sun. He’d have to ask Max to sniff it later to check for poison. Eric had never eaten this kind of shrimp before and was extremely curious.
Many bizarrely shaped seashells were also washed ashore. Eric saw a patch of shells that looked very much like abalone.
Thinking of the exquisite taste of abalone, he couldn’t help but swallow, walking over to that reef area to start picking them up. The smallest abalone was as big as two palms.
Eric beamed with happiness, gathering all the ones he had collected in one spot, then heading towards where there were more abalone.
On the jagged reefs, besides the oysters clinging to them, there were abalones washed up by the waves, along with other small clams.
But Eric was focused only on the abalone, paying no attention to the other clams. After all, the chances of finding abalone on the shore were very small; they usually clung tightly to rocks.
If it weren’t for this super-massive wave, it would be very difficult for them to be washed ashore.
In a reef crevice, Eric even found several sea cucumbers as thick as his arm. It had to be said, sea cucumbers looked better dried; they were too ugly when fresh...
But thinking of their taste and nutritional value, Eric patiently used all his strength to toss them onto the pile of abalone.
As he was enthusiastically gathering, a few strands of long, black hair suddenly washed out from beside a rock up ahead.
Eric was so scared the hairs on his whole body stood on end, and he took a big step back. He knew from his past life that there were indeed many corpses in the ocean, whether from suicide or murder.
In short, there were many. Most would be eaten by sea creatures, and it was very rare for one to be washed ashore.
No way, could he really encounter something with such low probability?
Eric screamed internally. He was about to call the other two over to check, but then he remembered the ridicule he’d faced the day he stepped on A Mật...
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to take a few steps forward, sneaking a peek behind the rock. He didn’t dare open his eyes wide, just squinting through a narrow slit.
With just one look, his squinting eyes unconsciously widened.
Behind the rock was not the terrifying face of a corpse as he had imagined.
Quite the opposite, there lay a youth with a face like the spring breeze, his features exuding an ethereal elegance, transcending the mortal realm!
What a stunning youth, his facial features seemed carved by the heavens, both exquisite and radiating a gallant aura.
His entire being emanated an agile, graceful aura, like mist and clouds, difficult to describe in words.
Unfortunately, that face was now deathly pale, completely drained of blood. His eyes were closed, lying quietly curled up in a jagged, cold rock crevice, looking as fragile as a butterfly about to dissolve in the wind and snow.
