[Ancient Dwarf Deer at]
[Stamina 600]
[Health 300]
[Special Effect - Fire Resistance: Reduces fla damage by 20% for two hours after consumption]
[Note: The Ancient Dwarf Deer, having consud white reed grass long-term, has a cold heart and chilled blood]
After reading the attributes, Han Qiwu was delighted.
Long-term eaters of white reed grass really are different.
This fire resistance is just too comfortable!
The Ancient Dwarf Deer at was already neatly cut when it dropped, and the piece Han Qiwu was holding seed to be a rib, bright red in color.
The deer, also known as the king of lean at, doesn’t have a single bit of fat on its body, so it absolutely has to be stewed to eat—it’s otherwise so tough you wouldn’t even be able to take a bite.
Of course, that’s talk for later; for now, he needed to gather everything on the ground first.
Han Qiwu rustled through the scattered pieces of Ancient Dwarf Deer at on the ground and collected them one by one. There were seven pieces in total: four ribs, three leg cuts, all of them hefty.
Thirty-plus portions of white reed roots in exchange for seven pieces of at.
Whichever way you calculate it, this trade was a win.
Too bad Xiao Dian wasn’t brought along this ti—otherwise, the Ancient Dwarf Deer here would’ve been properly dealt with.
"Little Prince, stop sneaking white reed stalks! Gather more white reed roots and stash them away," yelled Han Qiwu as he straightened up.
Ever since Little Prince discovered that white reed stalks were pleasantly sweet, it had turned into quite the snack monster—pluck one, eat two; pluck two, eat two and a half.
Even what Little Shui gathered barely sufficed for it.
"Roar!"
Little Prince shyly turned its head, then began tugging at white reed roots on the ground.
Hey, who isn’t a growing child weighing three or five hundred pounds? A little extra eating never hurt!
Han Qiwu wasn’t the least bit worried about overharvesting the white reed roots here or any potential ecological impact.
Co on—white reed roots, even if snapped off, dried, and subrged in water, can still regrow.
In many places, they’re classified as stubborn weeds—pesticides don’t even work on them.
Han Qiwu continued picking roots until there were only 8 minutes left in the remaining ti for today’s activity—then reluctantly straightened his back, packed away all the white reed stalks and roots, and glanced at the footprints of the Ancient Dwarf Deer nearby.
Next ti, I’ll deal with you again!
Ti to head ho.
Although Little Shui and Little Prince could keep collecting here, it was a holiday, so he decided to give them so ti off to rest.
"Cluck cluck!"
Once out of the Wetland Garden, the at chicken chirped softly at Han Qiwu in a fawning manner, its intent as clear as day.
"Master, what do you think of my performance today?"
Han Qiwu shook his head with slight disdain and said, "Not great. You knew I’d co over—why didn’t you bring more Ancient Dwarf Deer over? Honestly, your performance was diocre at best."
"Cluck cluck cluck!"
The at chicken cried its grievances, its face full of innocence.
I didn’t know you’d be so strong! Even Little Prince got knocked over by them.
To strengthen its case, it hopped onto Little Prince’s back and showed him a mark left by the Ancient Dwarf Deer’s collision.
Han Qiwu leaned in worriedly to inspect it.
Hmm, turns out it’s just a couple of tufts of fur that got knocked off.
Not even as much as Little Prince scratches off when scratching itself for a good itch.
Disappointed, Han Qiwu straightened up and said, "at Chicken, since I’ve designated you as the strategist of our team, you at least need to understand Little Prince and Little Shui’s strengths, right? Enough excuses—tonight you can forget about sleeping in the sycamore tree. Stay out here, survive off the air, and reflect on your actions."
at Chicken put on a look of "Nooo! How torturous!"
In reality, its belly was already stuffed round and full.
Joking aside—what’s a bird afraid of starving in a wetland?
Of course, Han Qiwu had picked up on this as well.
The reason was simple—given at Chicken’s character, it hadn’t privately stashed a single white reed root during gathering earlier.
Too suspicious.
Definitely well-fed.
Upon reaching ho, the sunset was already nearing the horizon. After letting Little Prince and Little Shui relax in the free-roaming area, Han Qiwu first tied at Chicken to a tree, then headed for the kitchen. He took out a rack of Ancient Dwarf Deer ribs, chopped them into small pieces, blanch-boiled them, and put them into a pot with seasonings to simr on dium heat.
This thing has to be thoroughly stewed to taste its best.
While the ribs were simring, Han Qiwu took the chance to cycle out for a spin—but no other activities were triggered.
Even flying a kite didn’t seem to activate anything.
Han Qiwu figured it might be because he didn’t find a paper kite to use—if he had one, it might’ve worked.
Oh well, just go with the flow.
When he returned ho, the sun had completely set, and his stomach growled audibly.
Ti to devour so at!
Entering the yard, the rich fragrance of at perated the air, making Han Qiwu impatiently rush into the kitchen and lift the lid of the pot.
"Ahhh."
The aroma of the at surged out; the pot’s broth was bubbling over with ribs, making one’s appetite naturally peak.
Compared to before cooking, the Dwarf Deer at had even shrunk in size, aning its texture had beco even more tender.
Once served at the table, Han Qiwu gleefully picked up a rib and began to savor it.
The stew-soaked ribs were so tender that just a light shake made the at fall off completely; with a gentle prod of the chopsticks, it easily tore apart. Taking a bite, the at was fragrant and soft, releasing juice into the mouth.
Chewing twice, the lean rib at revealed a lt-in-the-mouth texture with a slight chewiness—not tough at all. The more he chewed, the tastier it beca!
After finishing one with the original flavor, Han Qiwu tried dipping others into chili powder, garlic paste, and cumin powder, sampling several flavors of the stewed ribs.
All delicious!
If the ingredients are good, anything tastes great!
Before he knew it, Han Qiwu realized he’d eaten through dozens of pounds of ribs all by himself.
"Burp."
Aah, satisfaction!
Noticing the ti, Han Qiwu headed to the sycamore’s incubation room and imdiately noticed a chick had hatched where the fire chicken egg had been. As for the nearby Bluefire Peacock egg, it still needed a bit more ti before it would hatch.
Reviews
All reviews (0)