Chapter 214: Elvis Preparing dicine
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Elvis touched Gu ngng’s burning hot body, the fever had co ferociously, and it was a difficult battle for Elvis. He walked around in circles anxiously and kept asking himself, “What should I do? What should I do?!”
His eyes scanned around the cave, trying to find anything that might make Gu ngng better.
Potato? No, Xiao ng had said before, potatoes were able to go with any food, it was to be used for at stews.
Sweet potato? No, not this one too. Xiao ng had said sweet potatoes were the carbohydrates to deal with hunger.
Preserved at? Did not feel right either...
Preserved dried fish? No no, these were wrong too!
Wait a mont.
Dried fish... seed possible.
Elvis suddenly rembered, the last ti Gu ngng jumped into a pond and caught a cold, he sent the ssage with beast words to Lea on the way back to the cave. That day, Lea had asked Sandy to bring over a pot of fish.
“Fish... Fish fish fish!” Elvis took over a hide and used it to secure Gu ngng to his arms. He looked funny, like a countrywoman in the villages using a red cloth to tie her child on her back while doing farm work. But he had tied Gu ngng into his arms, because the temperature of his abdon was a little higher and it was also softer, such that Gu ngng could sleep more comfortably.
After securing Gu ngng, Elvis quickly went to the inner regions of the cave and took the preserved fish that Gu ngng had dried. These fishes were already processed and ready to eat. Elvis not sure if preserved fish had the sa effect, but right now there were no better ways available.
He threw in two huge chunks of dried fish into the steaming stone pot with snow water boiling. With the two chunks of fish at threw inside, the bubbles imdiately disappeared. Elvis did not bother about it anymore, but continued to walk even deeper into the cave. Ginger! He rembered Gu ngng had called that thing ginger, and Lea had asked Sandy to used that to make fish stews for Gu ngng.
Elvis looked at the mountain high pile of ginger that Lea had sent in day by day before the winter season and frowned.
How much... should he put?
Looking down at Gu ngng’s face getting redder and redder, obviously in huge pain,
Elvis thought, she must be seriously ill and he should put more in!
Elvis’s claws that could easily grab a basketball dug into the pile of ginger and scooped out two handfuls. He went back to the fire pit and threw all the gingers into the pot, until the boiling water was overflowing and sizzled in the fire. Elvis then lightly patted Gu ngng whom was in his arms, while anxiously looking after the ‘dicine’, or the pot full of ginger and dried fish.
Elvis did not know to what extent it should be cooked, but he sensed a thick ginger sll, together with a strange odor.
Indeed, if Elvis had cooked before, he would have realized that this odor was called ‘burned’ (?)
After persisting for a while more, Elvis saw black smoke coming out from the pot and strange noises were heard at the bottom.
Nodding his head, Elvis believed that this was a sign of the ‘dicine’ being completed. So he took the pot off the fire pit, although it was burning his hand, he did not care a single bit.
Firmly putting the ‘dicine’ at one side and scooping a spoonful of sothing that could not be identified as fish nor ginger, Elvis brought it to Gu ngng’s mouth. He comforted her gently, “Xiao ng, good girl, open your mouth and eat the dicine, you won’t be in pain after that.”
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