National destiny: Starting with a coffin, building an aircraft carrier is broadcast live globally.

[What the hell is this about returning to one's roots...]

[Randomly: I'm not picking up trash, I'm doing charity.]

[To be honest, this scene is too beautiful: two people, a skeleton, and a coconut...]

[All complete! Journey to the West to obtain the scriptures!]

After settling the new "passenger," she turned around and was met with Claude's indescribable expression.

He picked out the big crab that he caught last night.

The crab was the size of a washbasin, with a smooth, shiny, bluish-black shell, and its two pincers exuded a fierce aura.

"So big!"

Klaus's attention was immediately diverted.

"They won't be fresh if we leave them any longer, let's grill them." Since we don't have the facilities to steam the crabs, we can only grill them over a fire.

Klaus skillfully took on the role of chef.

As a meticulous Hans cat, even grilling on a coffin board requires a standard procedure!

He used a few damp wooden strips to build a frame so he could put the crabs on it.

"If you throw it in directly, the shell will burn; the proteins in crustaceans have very sensitive coagulation points."

"This slow roasting method helps to lock in the moisture."

Klaus explained, as if he were mentoring an apprentice.

The comments section of Hans Cat Kingdom was filled with a strange sense of pride:

Even at sea, culinary standards must be maintained!

[Who just said we only know how to boil potatoes?]

[My God, look at the frequency of that flipping! It's like operating a precision machine tool.]

[If Klaus comes back alive, I want to marry him!]

[Aren't you a guy upstairs?]

That's just how life is.

Before long, the crab shells, roasted under the sun, began to change color.

From a bluish-black color, it gradually turns into an enticing red, releasing the unique aroma of sea crab.

The flavor is completely different from the smoky aroma of grilled fish; it's much richer and more intense. If grilled fish is "vegetarian," then grilled crab is "meat," making your mouth water.

[Slurp... I can't take it anymore, the instant noodles suddenly don't taste good anymore.]

[Wouldn't this cost several hundred euros in a Michelin-starred restaurant?]

[The above is too conservative...]

[Upstairs, stop talking. That new contestant number 42 from Japan was eating raw fish and insisted it was sashimi. He just had diarrhea and his face turned green.]

[I saw it, even the mosaic couldn't hide it, it's a real Splatoon...]

"alright."

The crab was now bright red. Klaus used a hammer to smash its claws and legs with extremely precise force.

Peeling back the broken shell, the clearly defined crab meat trembled and steamed.

I don’t know if it’s due to mutation, but when you bite into it, the meat is firm and chewy, and very juicy, so any seasoning seems superfluous.

After finishing the crab legs, Klaus was about to do the same thing as cracking the crab shell...

"etc!"

He stopped Klaus from cracking the shell and took the chisel himself.

With my left hand holding the slightly hot crab shell, I removed the crab's head and then precisely inserted a flat chisel into the crevice of the crab's abdomen with my right hand.

"Click—"

With a crisp snap, the crab's abdominal shell was peeled off in one piece, releasing steam and instantly intensifying the savory aroma several times over.

It's not over yet,

The grayish-white strip-shaped gills on both sides were neatly removed, the hexagonal heart deep inside the crab roe was removed, and finally the stomach was scraped off.

The crab roe was plentiful and still bubbling slightly.

The crystal-clear crab oil seeped out, revealing strands of pure white crab meat.

Gurgle.

Klaus's Adam's apple bobbed, not only from craving but also from surprise.

"I truly believe you are a doctor now."

He analyzed with a hint of awe:

"Only someone who has dissected countless creatures could be so skilled. Did you sever its ligaments just now?"

Renyi was busy dividing the crab roe and crab meat into two portions when she heard this and gave him a strange look.

Is there any necessary connection?

He poured Klaus's portion into the wooden bowl, saying, "This is a basic skill of us Chinese."

Klaus: "?"

"No crustacean leaves the dinner table with dignity."

While foreigners are still confused, the Chinese audience is already laughing their heads off:

[What kind of racial talent is this!]

[Klaus: What is he saying?]

Indeed, where we live, eating crabs without claws is standard practice; all you need are good teeth.

[I remember going to the beach once, and the guy at the next table could even put the crab shells he'd left behind back together—that was a real skill.]

[Randomly: I don't want to explain what "crab eight-piece set" is, I'm afraid it will scare you.]

The audience in Hans Cat Country was also in an uproar.

[This is illogical! The bite force of that structure is at least 300 pounds.]

[God, watching them eat is torture; my sauerkraut and pork knuckle suddenly doesn't taste good anymore.]

The two buried themselves in their food.

The crab was so large that two adult men were quite satisfied, each eating half of it.

Klaus leaned against the half-reinforced mast and let out a burp in an unseemly manner.

"This is the most decent meal I've had since I started playing the game..."

"There will be better ones in the future."

The broken shells were arbitrarily gathered together and then separately disposed of in the warehouse.

[Broken crab shells *2]

This stuff can be ground into powder for emergency calcium supplementation, and when used on wounds, it can also have antibacterial, hemostatic, and healing-promoting effects. In the future, it can even be used to make toothpaste.

He did not disassemble the complete shell.

"Are you going to keep it as a souvenir?"

Klaus watched as Renyi took a crab shell the size of a washbasin and washed it in the sea, and asked curiously.

"No."

After washing the crab shells, I casually placed them on the extinguished fire.

"Soup pot, I'll make fish soup after I catch a fish."

"Wait, its material will become brittle and carbonized if burned directly..." Klaus retorted instinctively.

"It's been baking for so long and it's fine, let's use it for now, we'll deal with it if it leaks."

He dismissed Klaus with indifference and nonchalance.

"Thank you, Brother Crab, for contributing to our maritime endeavors."

[Holy crap! You can do that?!]

This pot of food looks so delicious!

[Coffin Guy really got the hang of recycling.]

[It cooked its neighbor's remains with the victim's.]

After being well-fed and warmed...

A person's energy is restored to its peak.

This is the perfect time for labor.

Even with rudimentary tools and materials consisting of just a few pieces of wood or planks, Klaus still demonstrated what true professionalism looks like.

He used a chisel to make mortises in the front of the coffin, hammered the base of the main mast into it perfectly, and then nailed it in. It looked sturdy.

"This size boat is barely enough."

Klaus shook the mast, frowning in dissatisfaction.

"However, it lacks lateral support and may collapse or break if it encounters winds of level 6 or above."

"Isn't this called the Sea of ​​Tranquility?"

Renyi was holding Wilson and engaging in spiritual communication.

Klaus ignored him and focused on securing the red and white parachute fabric to the mast.

About half an hour later.

"Alright! Let's try raising the sail!"

Klaus took two steps back, looking expectantly at his masterpiece.

Renyi was also very excited, and he grabbed the hemp rope that served as the sail and pulled hard.

"Whoosh—"

The red and white fabric billowed in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

The coffin, which had been slowly drifting with the waves, suddenly stopped, and then the two people on the boat felt a push against their backs as the bow of the boat cut through the waves and moved forward.

The speed has picked up!

...but...this scene...

Klaus and Renyi both stared silently at the white question mark that filled their entire field of vision—

That was the original paint job on the parachute.

[This design... is so damn artistic.]

[Hahaha! Going on a journey with a question mark in my mind!]

[Is this what they call: "Not knowing where to go, so you put a question mark?"]

[Is this some kind of quest NPC?]