How to become a mermaid

Chapter 129 No matter what difficulties you encounter... Come on, Ollie!
"Repeatedly...stir...stir fry, stir...until...color...color...withered...yellow, before...before...turning...black...take it out!"

Under Plank's instructions, Shamanlale turned the shallots and garlic back and forth in the pan with a spatula, frying them evenly until golden on both sides.

After about 1 minute, their color has begun to darken.

Samantel quickly fished it out and threw it into the trash can beside him.

Soon, he heard new instructions.

"Put...one...tea...spoon...tiao...tiao...powder...into...to it."

Hearing Planck's voice, Samantel carefully opened the bag on the medicine cabinet, and more carefully dug out a teaspoon of powder from it.

The color of Tiaotiaofen is a strange blue-purple, which comes from a plant called [Tiaotiaocao].

The reason why this kind of jumping plant is called jumping plant is because when people touch its leaves, the contact part will start to itch, and then quickly spread to the whole body.

The extreme itching makes people scratch their ears and cheeks, jumping and jumping to scratch their own skin, wishing to pick off a piece of flesh.

Although the power of the jumping grass after being dried and ground into powder is greatly reduced, it is still not to be underestimated. Shaman Lair didn't want to be touched by this kind of thing. He held his breath and carefully poured the powder into the pot. Then back away quickly.

Wait until there is no dust raised in the pot before continuing to stir with a spoon.

"Very...good!" Seeing Shamanlael's movements so cautiously, Plank nodded with satisfaction.

It's better to be cautious, many materials need to be treated with caution, a little mistake will make the pharmacist suffer.

"Gently...lightly...stir...fry...into...the pot...breath...white...smoke, then...put...all...other...other...supplementary...materials...into...into...!"

As Planck's voice fell, a wisp of white smoke rose from the iron pot soon.

Seeing the smoke rising, Shamanlaer quickly poured the ingredients that Planck had already prepared into the pot.

"All...stir...fry...until...change...color, then...add...whale...fish...sand...into...into...!" Planck said with a smile.

Finally, it's time to cook fish cakes.

Shamanleir was serious, and took a spatula to stir fry for a while.

At this time, the pile of things in the pot was already very viscous, a bit like the mush he saw just now, but the color was not blue enough, and it lacked the embellishment of fish cakes.

After turning it over a dozen times, Shamanlael felt that the moving things in the pot had changed color. He carefully picked up the kraft paper used to pad the potion ingredients on the medicine cabinet, squeezed the whale sand through the paper, and put it in a whole piece. Toss in pot.

After coming into contact with the scalding hot oil, this piece of whale sand melted and softened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A slightly pungent smell emerged from the pot.

Fish cakes are just fish cakes, whether they are pulled by whales or mermaids, they will smell bad after being heated.

Huh~ It stinks!

Samantel tilted his head to avoid being hit head-on by these smells.

Not only him, Planck also pinched his nose.

Without the hood, he smelled much more than Shamanlear.

Plank looked at the hooked hood on Shaman Lele's head, his eyes full of admiration.

Yes, this headgear is really good. When he gets off the ship, he must promote this good thing everywhere!

"Add...half...pot...clear...water, slowly...slowly...simmer...cook...until...until...the...juice is collected,...green...color...smoke...is...well... !"

"Be careful...to...stir...often...stir...not...can't...paste...pot!" Plank said in a low voice.

Following Planck's guidance, Shamanlaer lifted the bucket in the infirmary and poured the water in the bucket into the pot.

"Patter..." The tiny jet of water trickled down slowly, dripping onto the pot of mush without any splash.

After adding enough water, Shamanlaer said to Plank beside him while stirring: "Plank, how long will it take to cook?"

"Three...ten...minutes...minutes...left...right!" Planck replied.

After hearing 10 minutes, Samantel's expression darkened.

In other words, he has to continuously stir the fish cakes for 10 minutes?

Although he couldn't smell much when he was wearing the hood, just because he couldn't smell it didn't mean he wouldn't get it on his body. After 10 minutes, his whole body would be covered with the whale Ollie molecules floating out with the gas.

Will be marinated!

"this is for you!"

Perhaps aware of Shamanlaer's concerns, Plank took off the black coat he was wearing and handed it to Shamanlael.

"No, you can wear it!" Samantel wanted to refuse, he didn't want to bother Planck anymore.

"It's...it's okay." Plank shook his head, and stretched his stubby hands forward again, insisting on giving the coat to Shamanlale.

After getting this dress, Shamanleir was very moved.

Although Mooney is hateful, he has a good seal on board, who not only teaches him everything, but also takes good care of himself.

However, when he thought that Planck was abducted by Moni and put on the ship for nearly ten years, Shamanlaer felt distressed.

He asked: "Plank, you have given Mooney so many medicines, has he paid you?"

"No...yes, he...said...I...no...it's...the...crew...he...hired...use...so...so...don't...need...to...salary...salary, only...give...me...meal ...Eat." Planck shook his head, with a bit of resentment in his tone.

As soon as he heard what he said, Shamanleir also became upset.

"Why, you made so many potions for him and earned so many gold coins, why don't you pay him!"

"And now you are arranged to cook so many fish cakes, and you don't pay a penny, it's too much!"

"Evil capitalist! A vampire who eats people without spitting out their bones! A Zhou who smashes the bones and sucks the marrow! This kind of person should be hung on the street lamp! Let everyone see his ugly face!"

Shamanleir didn't expect Moni to be such a black-hearted capitalist, and the slightest favor he had for Moni during the Siren incident disappeared in an instant.

Plank heard the curses in Shamanlaer's mouth. Although he didn't know what he was cursing, he still showed a cheerful smile.

This little mermaid is so cute!

After cursing for a long time, Shamanleer stopped talking, looked at Plank, and assured him in a serious tone: "Plank, wait, when Moni comes back, I will definitely ask for an explanation for you !"

"Thank you!" Hearing the assurance from Shaman Lear, Planck's seal showed a gratified smile on his face.

"Yeah!" Shamanleer nodded heavily, and said, "I won't let him squeeze you again!"

After finishing speaking, he took the shovel and rolled back and forth viciously in the pot, as if he regarded the pot of fish cakes as Moni.

As he stir-fried for a while, the strange smell of fragrant and stinky quickly spread throughout the room.

Samantel put Planck's loose clothes on his body, wrapped himself in the clothes, and only exposed one hand to stir fry the fish cakes in the pot.

Although he resisted at first, he has already reached this point. No matter how offensive the smell is, no matter how disgusting the visual effect, Shamanleir has not wavered, and his hand holding the shovel remains firm.

After about three to ten minutes of frying, the contents of the pot gradually boiled to collect the juice, and big bubbles came out.

A puff of light green smoke came out and floated into the air continuously.

"You can... you can... turn off the fire, and the pot will come out!" Plank reminded.

"Okay!" Samantel nodded, he carefully moved the pot away from the fire source, and sprinkled a handful of sand to put out the fire.

"噗噌噌..." Even though he was already away from the fire, Shamanlael still didn't forget to stir fry in the pot with a shovel.

Before the temperature drops, the pot will burn even without an open flame. This is the fish cake he fried for half an hour, it must not burn!

"Wait...after...cooling...put...them...into...glass...glass...tube, cover...well, then...give...to...me...just...ok...!"

Plank said with relief.

It was the first time he made potion so successfully, he was very satisfied as a master!

　I received a tip of 1500 yesterday, so there will be two more chapters tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)