Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 802 - 748: Delicious

Mountain Eagle didn't refuse Chakdi's request this ti because he indeed needed manpower...

And this ti, what he needed wasn't firepower like Tank or Post Box, or assault n like Butcher or Pirate, but rather a few individuals who could quickly adapt to the environnt and were resilient under adversity...

Razer himself is an Inuit, and since he was young, he started hunting in the winter.

Sled, a Yakut warrior whose abilities he personally verified through collaborative missions, although his mind isn't quite right and he seems to have a self-destructive tendency, his professional skills in cold regions are impeccable.

Chakdi...

Mountain Eagle had never directly clashed with Chakdi, nor had he witnessed this guy's combat capabilities first-hand, but his tenacious character was very rare...

A guy who could stand up from a hospital bed after suffering a severe spinal fracture, his willpower absolutely exceeded that of most people.

Also, while the North Korean early special forces might have had issues in other areas, in terms of 'resilience' they were absolutely top-notch.

In the Alaskan winter nights, no matter how advanced the equipnt of the pampered soldiers, they can't compare to such a guy.

Looking at Chakdi's face, which seed naturally bitter, Mountain Eagle laughed and said: "If you think you can handle it, then I'd be happy to fight alongside you.

But I need to say upfront, the wilderness environnt in Alaska is harsh, and our enemies are very cunning and dangerous; anything can happen."

Chakdi rolled up his sleeves, revealing the flexible exoskeleton patch sticking to the outside of his arm, squeezed out a faint smile, and said: "Boss, I have a wife and kids, I won't do anything beyond my capabilities...

The enemy doesn't have aircraft and artillery, and such wilderness battles are what I'm best at!

Because from ages 15 to 25, that's exactly what I trained for...

Compared to the winters in the North Korean mountains, the Alaskan ice fields are really nothing!"

After listening, Mountain Eagle nodded in agreent, then pulled Chakdi into the tent...

Seeing the children catching fish one after another because of the appearance of a school of fish, Zack, who was responsible for handling the fish, was already a bit overwheld. Mountain Eagle laughed heartily, walked over, and picked up a knife to help process the Rainbow Trout...

Unlike the children who only thought about eating grilled fish, Mountain Eagle had a more complex plan...

Seeing Zack discarding the heads while handling the abundant fish, Mountain Eagle shook his head with a smile, picked up a Rainbow Trout over a foot long, cut off the head an inch below, then gutted the rest for grilling.

After cutting off four heads, Mountain Eagle was finally satisfied and began the next steps...

As an old fisherman, Quida was very curious about Mountain Eagle's thods...

In Alaska, fish heads are sothing that not even dogs would eat, let alone people, because they have no at.

Seeing the children already in action, Quida approached Mountain Eagle's side, watching as Mountain Eagle split the Rainbow Trout head in half, then shook his head slightly disdainfully, and smiled asking, "Boss, what exactly are you planning to do with the fish heads?"

Mountain Eagle reached in, removing the dark parts from the gills and kept the pink parts, then threw them into a basin filled with snow...

Quickly processing the 4 fish heads, Mountain Eagle cleaned the sli off with the snow.

While Quida asked, Mountain Eagle chopped two of the fish heads into pieces about two fingers wide, then placed them in a large bowl mixed with scallions, ginger, and various seasonings, drizzled in a bit of whiskey, and mixed it evenly for marination.

Once done, Mountain Eagle sniffed the sauce, nodded in satisfaction, and then put a soup pot on the fire pit to heat oil...

During the wait, he smiled at Quida and said: "The fish heads here don't have much at, but we Easterners always find a way to extract the last bit of nutrition from things.

Even though these fish heads aren't very qualified, two of them are still enough to make a pot of soup."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle glanced at Yue Yi, who was focused on the grilled fish, and laughed: "Just eating grilled fish isn't enough, a bit of hot soup helps you sleep better at night."

While speaking, Mountain Eagle sprinkled the oil pot with scallions and ginger, after spreading the fragrance, put the split fish heads in the pot to fry a bit.

Without professional tools here, after a few minutes, the fragrance arose, but the fish heads were also falling apart from being fried.

Quida, as an Inuit, had never seen such a way of eating, thinking Easterners couldn't possibly make delicious food from basically all bone fish heads...

Seeing the fish heads fall apart, as Quida was about to turn around and leave, Mountain Eagle picked up the boiling kettle, poured hot water into the oil pot...

Quida was amazed to discover that the crushed fried fish heads combined with the hot water ford a pot of milky white fish head soup.

Looking at his creation, Mountain Eagle raised an eyebrow in triumph at Quida, then, as the soup ca to a boil, sprinkled in so refined salt and chicken essence, and placed the soup pot on the tripod's top layer for slow simring.

Then Mountain Eagle checked the ti, found a frying pan, and carefully pan-fried the marinated fish head pieces until both sides were golden. He set them aside for later use...

Next, he quickly washed the pan, added a little cooking oil, laid the chopped onions and celery inside, and then placed the fried fish head pieces on top of the vegetables...

Then, innovatively, he placed a piece of butter in the center of the fish heads. As the oil and vegetables in the pan sizzled, he covered the pan and set it on the middle layer of a tripod to start slow-cooking.

Quida was curious about Mountain Eagle's painstaking effort to prepare baked fish heads. He leaned in to sll it and asked Mountain Eagle, "Boss, is there any point in eating this? It's not going to fill you up!"

Quida's question made Mountain Eagle pause for a mont, then he chuckled and said, "There's a saying in the East that goes 'food shouldn't be crude and the treat shouldn't be coarse.' Truly delicious food isn't ant to fill you up.

If you really just want to fill your stomach, rice, buns, noodles, and the like are better and cheaper.

This is the wisdom of Eastern cuisine. No matter what ingredient cos into our hands, it can beco a perfect side dish, and moreover, provides a more balanced nutrition.

Easterners are different from you; when you drink, you only know how to drink dry, while with just so olives, we can create an entire appetizer nu.

Just wait a mont and taste the baked fish head I made, I guarantee you'll be able to drink a bit more!

Mountain Eagle's words left Quida a bit stunned, but his son's teasing deflated the situation...

Just as the first Rainbow Trout finished grilling with a fragrant char sll, Yue Yi hurriedly scooped the fish onto a big plate and loudly said, "Fish heads are not tasty at all, the fish at is what's good...

Dad, taste the grilled fish I made; we shouldn't eat fish heads anymore. It's effort-intensive and there's no at!"

Mountain Eagle couldn't help but laugh at his at-loving child. He picked up so fish at with his fingers and tasted it...

After swallowing the dry and bitter grilled fish, Mountain Eagle pinched his nose and gave a thumbs up, saying, "The taste is okay, just grilled a bit too much, and the sauce was brushed on too thick.

Quickly let others taste it too, you can improve your skills..."

After listening, Yue Yi brought the grilled fish to Old Qiao, the oldest, and then let everyone else taste it...

Seeing his son, motivated by Luna's disdain for his grilled fish, work hard to improve and persevere, Mountain Eagle chuckled and stepped forward to guide his son on how to barbecue...

Actually, Mountain Eagle's barbecue skills were just average, but the quality of the fish at was really good, and the barbeque spices prepared were sufficient. As long as he slightly controlled the heat and didn't over-grill, the taste wouldn't be too bad.

Yue Yi indeed put effort into the things he was interested in. The little guy firmly rembered the number of tis his father flipped the fish and the number of tis he sprinkled spices, and even rembered the height of the flas.

Mountain Eagle didn't know if this counted as an inherent talent, but Luna, being lively, was not satisfied with Yue Yi monopolizing their father, so she ca over wanting to learn how to grill fish too. However, no matter how she grilled, it was always burnt.

Seeing his son once again proudly displaying the freshly grilled fish to everyone, and then returning contentedly to the 'grilling station' amid praises...

Looking at Luna, who quickly abandoned her dream of becoming a Chef after repeated failures and chose to depend on their father, waiting devotedly for a ready-made al...

Sotis personality can really determine fate!

Mountain Eagle didn't feel that having a four-year-old boy work hard was bad, nor did he think a five-year-old girl liking to take it easy was wrong.

Watching the children laughing and playing, showing their personalities completely, although conflicts happened from ti to ti, they would reconcile as if nothing ever happened...

Mountain Eagle suddenly understood the significance of siblings in a family!

No matter the final outco, siblings keep influencing and shaping each other's character.

People say parents are the best teachers to their children, but in reality, parents can't possibly understand their children's thoughts from the child's perspective.

Because apart from significant events, most people don't rember their feelings when they faced complicated environnts as children. They just subconsciously think, "I got through it like this when I was a child, surely my children can too."

In fact, many things parents say aren't understandable to children, but children have a keener sense of feedback from their siblings.

All parents need to do is to guide appropriately, let them take care of themselves while playing, occasionally using a weak approach to stimulate their sense of responsibility, which can save a lot of effort and is more effective than constant preaching.

Looking at these children laughing, Mountain Eagle felt an inner satisfaction stronger than when he succeeded in any project...

When the slow-cooked fish head frying pan began emitting a fragrant charred aroma, Mountain Eagle swiftly removed the pan, placing it on the edge of the campfire for keeping warm, then served each person a bowl of the already stewed fish head soup...

Just as he was getting the drinks ready to have a sip with Old Qiao and Quida, outside suddenly ca a commotion...

Tiffany and Lilith, covered in frost, brought the unconscious Marta into the tent...