Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

Without bothering to take a closer look, Gut threw it into the bucket beside him, making it completely unable to escape, then squatted down to take a closer look.

"With this shape and the look of its mouth, could it be a horsemouth fish?"

Gut made a somewhat uncertain judgment, because although the carp likes to live in shallow waters and mountain streams with fast currents, they are generally small fish and their weight rarely reaches two taels.

But the one I just caught must weigh at least half a pound, which is really not normal.

Forget it.

Gut shook his head and stopped thinking about it. After all, it was for eating, so wouldn't it be better to have more meat?

In this way, Gut relied on his extremely strong body to squat beside the stream, listening to the stream flowing and watching the reflection in the water.

Once he seizes the opportunity, his hands will reach out like lightning and clamp down on the big fish he has set his sights on.

In this focused and happy fishing, Gut soon forgot about time, and his heart was only filled with the sense of accomplishment of catching one big fish after another.

It was not until the scorching sun above his head made his neck hurt that Gut suddenly realized why he was fishing.

Looking at the bucket full of fish next to him, Gut scratched his head a little embarrassedly, hoping that the teacher had not woken up yet.

Mountain cabin.

Wrapped tightly in the quilt, Celie squirmed a few times on the bed, her eyes tightly closed to resist the sunlight from the window.

It was just a sudden growl of hunger from her stomach that made Celie's consciousness awaken a little uncontrollably.

"Gut, haven't you come back yet?"

"Well, let's sleep a little longer, just a little while."

"zzzzz"

Another quarter of an hour later, Gut finally returned to the mountain cabin.

At this moment, one of the two buckets is filled with clear and sweet mountain stream water. Under the sunshine, it is not cold, but has a hint of warmth.

In the other bucket, there are abundant ingredients.

There was more than half a bucket of river fish with their scales scraped off and their organs cleaned, as well as mushrooms and seasonal vegetables that Gut had picked on the way back.

After putting the things down, Gut said a little embarrassedly while looking at the "little croissant" leaning against the wall.

"Teacher, sorry to have kept you waiting."

The elf, who still had his eyes closed, nodded, and the growl of hunger in his stomach expressed the teacher's meaning at the moment instead of words.

"I understand. Please be patient for a while, teacher."

After Gut said this, he walked up to Celia and rubbed her ears twice, then washed his hands and went to cook.

After rekindling the bonfire in the house, Gut put a small iron pot on the fire. Instead of adding water, he put in a few processed sea bass.

As the temperature of the iron pan rises, the fat sea bass gradually oozes oil from its body, emitting a unique and enchanting fragrance.

While the croaker was being roasted, Gut took out a small pot and placed it next to him. He boiled some stream water, sharpened a wooden stick with a knife, and picked up the cleaned river fish and roasted them by the campfire.

Use the spatula in the wooden house to constantly turn the fish in the fish pot, so that it can be roasted as much as possible to release the aroma of oil, but not be fried to a char.

"Gu-du-gu-du-"

On the side, steam soon rose from the boiling water pot accelerated by Gut's flame magic.

Gut glanced at the fish pot and found that the fish in the pot had been fried to the right degree.

So, Gut picked up the pot of boiling water and poured it into the fish pot.

"欻——!"

A boiling sound came from the pot, and under the scalding of boiling water, milky white fish soup soon appeared in the pot.

He took the bucket of ingredients again, took out the mushrooms that had been picked and processed, and threw them into the pot along with some mountain delicacies, and then put in two river fish for meat.

After covering the lid of the fish pot, Gut, who was concentrating on cooking, discovered that a figure was standing behind him.

"Teacher, you'll scare me if you come close to me without making any noise."

However, Celia ignored her disciple's complaints and simply pointed to the fish pot in front of her and spoke.

"If I use magic to increase the flame temperature, we can have dinner sooner."

Feeling the magic power surging around Celie, Gut hurried forward and grabbed the teacher.

"No, teacher, a delicious pot of soup needs time to accumulate its flavor."

"Please wait a moment. The grilled fish will be ready soon. You can eat some first."

"OK then."

With Gut's soothing words, Celie gradually lost the magic power around her. She squatted silently by the campfire, breathing in the delicious aroma.

Seeing this scene, Gut couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just take the magical power that gathered around the teacher just now. The fireworks released would probably be able to burn through the bottom of the pot.

In this way, the master and disciple patiently guarded the campfire. Gut took out salt and dry food from the suitcase, while Celie distracted her attention by flipping through a magic book.

As time passed, the originally bright sky seemed to become dim.

In front of him, the roasted fish meat dripped golden oil from time to time, causing the campfire below to jump suddenly.

The constantly leaping flames illuminated the figures of the master and disciple.

“Tick-tick-”

It seemed like some liquid had dripped onto the ground.

Gu Te looked out the window at the sky that had just turned cloudy and murmured, "Is it going to rain? It's a good thing I didn't choose to rush this morning."

"The weather at this time is really unpredictable."

However, until Gut finished his sigh, there was no sound of raindrops falling outside the window, but the gathering dark clouds became a little darker.

"Wasn't that the sound of rain just now?"

Suddenly, Gut realized something, and gently hooked his fingers around the magic book in Celie's hand, then pulled it down.

Sure enough, at this moment, there was a hint of crystal at the corner of the elf's mouth.

"Is it really that exaggerated? It makes me look like the protagonist in that old-fashioned time-travel novel, relying on his delicious food to pick up girls."

Gut shook his head and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

But, the "old thing" looks really cute.

After pulling the magic book up again to block the sight of this "old glutton", Gut stood up to add the final salt to the grilled fish that was already about 70% done.

At this time, add a thin layer of salt, which will allow the salt to form a thin salt crust on the surface of the grilled fish, increasing the flavor while preventing the surface of the fish from being burnt.

Next, just wait a few minutes for the salt crust to fully absorb into the fish meat, and then you can start eating.

Gut rubbed his fingers lightly and sprinkled the last string of grilled fish with even and fine salt in a smooth and flowing manner.

However, just as Gut was about to insert it back into the vicinity of the campfire, this series of smooth movements suddenly paused.

Because at this moment, Gut suddenly realized something.

My cooking skills are really different from when I first traveled through time.

There is progress, and it is progress that is absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Thinking back to when I first traveled through time, I couldn’t even roast a potato to get it done, let alone grilling fish, which required a lot of technical skills.

But now, not only have I mastered the judgment of the heat, I can even sprinkle salt evenly with my hands and control the thickness as I wish.

"Because of that talent item whose special effects have never been triggered?" Gut murmured.

[Entry Name: Otherworldly Chef (Blue)]

[Description: You, who traveled to another world, received a gift due to an unknown resonance]

[Effect: Due to unknown factors, your culinary talent, culinary understanding, and culinary skills have greatly improved since your time travel. Furthermore, dishes you prepare will have a very small chance of producing special effects (restoring significant vitality/restoring significant physical strength/granting a temporary endurance boost//reviving the dead)]

"Oh, that sounds a bit intimidating. It's not just a promise that it can become blue quality."

Recalling the system's detailed description of that talent entry, Gut couldn't help but complain.

Because the so-called "extremely small probability" of the system is really shockingly low.

It has been several years since Gut traveled through time, and he has cooked a lot during this period, but the [Extremely Small Probability] of this talent has never been triggered once.

Gut seriously doubted that the probability of triggering the special effects of this talent entry was lower than the probability of drawing the current general from the box in a certain booming game.

Moreover, even if the effect of the talent entry is triggered, the probability of randomly getting a miraculous effect like [Resurrect the Dead] will probably not be much higher than the probability of triggering the talent.

Therefore, Gut only paid attention to it when he first obtained it. As time went by, he gradually stopped paying attention to it and even almost forgot that he had this talent.

but.

Judging from the effect of "Crying of Greed" Celia today, if we ignore the effect of its probability triggering and only regard it as a [Green Quality] life-side talent bonus, the effect is still very good.

Gut handed a skewer of grilled fish that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. When you bite open the salty and fragrant shell, you can taste the sweet fish meat to Celie's hand. Looking at the elf's happy expression that unconsciously rose on the corner of her mouth after tasting the delicious food, he thought so.

Chapter 47: Frozen Fish God of War Celiai

"Tick-tick-tick-"

Outside the window, raindrops fell from the dark clouds, hitting the soil and trees in the mountains, raising moist water vapor and the pleasant fragrance of the soil.

Inside the house, the boiling fish pot was finally filled with delicious food, and it was time to open the pot.

Gut lifted the lid of the pot, and the milky fish soup in the pot began to boil, with some mushrooms and vegetables flying up and down.

The extremely fresh taste gushes out of this pot.

There is no need for rare and expensive ingredients, nor for extremely complicated seasonings. Just fish from the stream and mushrooms from the mountains, sprinkled with time as seasoning, can come together to create this pot of natural delicacy.

Gut took the fish pot off the campfire, picked up the spoon, and first filled a bowl of milky fish soup for Celia and himself.

Then he opened the dry food bags the two of them carried, took out a few dry and hard breads, broke them apart and put them into the pot, letting the residual heat of the fish soup soak them.

"It's time to eat, teacher."

Gut tasted the delicious fish soup and said with a smile.

Although, Celia had already finished a whole skewer of grilled fish before the so-called "meal time"