Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

The pot had been simmering slowly all afternoon, and the kitchen was filled with a complex aroma.

"Why does it feel like something is not right?" Muti muttered softly as he looked at the contents of the pot.

In her impression, the color of rock dragon tail stewed in red wine should be a dark red color with a dark brown tint.

But the soup in the big pot in front of him was bright red, and the dragon's tail, which was originally grayish-white like a rock, had now turned bright pink, making people wonder if two dyed fruits were cooked in it.

"Don't look at me, meow." The cat chef said solemnly, "I've never cooked anything this color, meow."

"That doesn't make sense." Orlan also looked shocked, "Isn't it this color before you put the lid on and simmer it?

It was originally a clear, light yellow soup. Even if a small bucket of red wine was poured into it, it wouldn't have turned out like this, right? "

“Ah, I just added something.”

Muti said a little embarrassedly: "Yuwan told me that he suddenly remembered that when his father stewed this dish, he used a kind of mushroom called Longrong (2g) and a kind of fruit called Xiaolu Nut (2).

I couldn't find you just now, so I asked the chefs in the kitchen for some and threw them in."

"My dragon mushrooms are dried! They're made with soaked water! Deer nuts are roasted and ground into powder for seasoning. They're not made with the fresh flesh!"

"I, I didn't put in much, so it shouldn't be a big problem, right?" Muti asked cautiously.

Aolan didn't answer, but just glanced at the rock dragon tail that had turned pink in the soup.

If someone didn’t know, they would think you hunted a Taoyan Dragon?

"I'm sorry," Muti admitted his mistake in a low voice.

"Alas..." Ao Lang sighed, "Never mind, it's nothing. You brought the main ingredients back with great effort, and you're not selling them. As long as you can eat them, it can't be considered a waste.

I'll definitely ask for a proper recipe and formula next time I get a chance and try making it again."

As he spoke, he picked up a large soup spoon from the cooking table beside him and said, "It should be almost cooked. Anyway, let's try it first?"

Muti nodded obediently.

The cat chef's ears were folded back, but as a professional cat chef, he was the first to scoop up a little bit and tasted it with his eyes closed.

"Meow meow?!" The cat chef suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the small bowl of soup for a few seconds, took a small sip, and closed his eyes again to savor it slowly.

Seeing the performance of the cat chef, Orlan's expression became strange. He quickly served some to Muti, Yuwan and himself and poured them into his mouth.

A complex flavor that I have never tasted before bursts on the tip of my tongue.

"Uh"

Ao Lang was at a loss for words for a moment.

I wouldn’t say this soup is bad, but it’s certainly not delicious in the conventional sense. In short, it just tastes weird.

After swallowing the soup, I exhaled, and a wonderful smell lingered in my nasal cavity. When I exhaled through my nose, another smell filled my mouth.

Muti's reaction was more straightforward. She stuck out her tongue and said, "It feels weird. It doesn't taste very good."

Yuwan nodded quickly in agreement. This thing was completely different from the stewed rock dragon tail it had eaten before.

Ao Lang took out a large piece of rock dragon tail meat from the pot and cut it into pieces with a kitchen knife. Several people took forks and continued to taste it.

There is actually very little meat on the tail of a rock dragon, consisting mainly of fascia and thin layers of fat. Due to its special oily aroma, it is praised by gourmets as a "work of art."

After tasting it, Orlan's expression became even weirder.

After stewing for an entire afternoon, the rock dragon tail meat, which should have melted in the mouth, inexplicably became crispy, a bit like the breast oil of a herbivorous dragon quickly cooked over high heat.

Muti swallowed a piece with a bitter face. Although it wasn't completely inedible, this wasn't what she wanted to eat.

"What an unexpected success, meow!" After chewing it carefully and swallowing the dragon tail meat in his mouth, the cat chef excitedly jumped onto the edge of the pot.

"The aroma of the large matsutake mushrooms blends perfectly with the rock dragon bone marrow, bringing out a pine nut-like oily aroma that becomes the base flavor of this pot of soup!

The combination of raw and cooked fawn nuts and the astringency of red wine is like the smell of dried leaves! There is also the fragrance of honey, the sweetness of dried berries, and the pungent taste of white moss.

What a complex and varied aroma with distinct layers! The dragon tail meat has a unique texture, and each layer of fat gives you a completely different taste experience!

Foodies will pay a fortune for this dish, meow!"

The cat chef jumped down from the edge of the pot again and kicked Orlan's calf. "What are you still standing there for, meow? Hurry up and add the dragon mushroom and fresh fawn nuts to the recipe, meow!"

When did you release the meows? In what order? How much was the meow?

Forget it, I can write it myself faster, meow! Someone, meow! Go to the counter and post a task. Buy Rock Dragon Tail for a high price, meow! This dish needs to be replicated from scratch to be considered a true success, meow!

Wait a minute, meow. If this can’t be reproduced, it might become a swan song. I need to let more people taste it first!

Take my business card and invite people, meow! Just tell them that a hunter made some amazing food, meow!

The cat chef, who had been calm and composed, ran out yelling.

Ao Lang and Muti looked at each other in silence. After several seconds, Muti finally asked, "So, are we still going to eat this pot?"

"I won't eat it anymore. I feel like it's become a delicacy in another sense. Let's save it for someone who can enjoy it."

My Rock Dragon Tail

After losing the Rock Dragon Tail, Muti became very depressed.

Fortunately, this emotion came and went quickly. After eating a few big meals under the care of the cat chef, she put the matter of the Rock Dragon Tail behind her.

Only then did she remember that she seemed to have something more important to do - a large package of rock dragon materials, waiting for her to take to the workshop for processing.

The same goes for Orlan. He does not plan to make special armor for Shadow Spider, but he does plan to create a Shadow Spider sword with sleeping attributes.

After hunting two shadow spiders in a row, he collected a lot of materials. Since so many materials were not needed to make a katana, he planned to make another pair of shadow spider short-hand swords as a backup.

This actually came from Seer's suggestion. According to Seer, the Shadow Spider Blade had excellent performance, and its sharpness could reach an astonishing level of white cutting.

Although it had been a long time since Orlan had used a one-handed sword as his main weapon for hunting, he still couldn't help but feel a little tempted.

In fact, if possible, he would like to create a pair of sleeping swords, but the material of the shadow spider is not suitable for creating a pair of swords, so he had to give up.

As for the question of where to place the order, Olang specifically asked the president of the poster girl.

The latter introduced him to an old workshop in Metabetat, which has been passed down for several generations and has excellent craftsmanship. It is said that it can even make high-level equipment.

This last comment was very attractive to Orlan. He called Muti, and the two of them each took the materials for the Shadow Spider and the Rock Dragon and went to the workshop near the dock.

Arriving at the workshop door, Orlan looked up at the sign. "The name Meta Hammer is quite straightforward."

Muti looked around and said, "It looks like business is good. I just saw a hunter walk in. He should be trustworthy."

"Miss President introduced it, so it should be fine."

The two of them lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Welcome~!" A greeting came from the counter. The voice sounded familiar, and Orlan turned around to look.

"Barry?"

"Oh! It's Senior Muti! And Senior Orlan!" A short girl with bright red hair ran out happily from behind the counter.

He trotted up to the two of them.

"What are you doing?" Aolan opened his mouth, then realized, "Is this your store?"

"That's right!" Barry nodded heavily, "My family has been blacksmiths for generations!"

Fishball, who was following Muti, tilted his head and asked, "Then why did you become a hunter-meow?"

Bali scratched the ends of her hair, looking a little embarrassed. "When I was little, my grandfather, father, and older brother all said that I was too small to be a blacksmith and that I didn't have the strength to swing a forging hammer.

I refuse to accept this! Even if I'm not a blacksmith, I'll still swing a sledgehammer!"

ps.

Chapter 186 Blacksmiths all look the same

Looking at the angry little girl, Ao Lang felt speechless.

Her willingness to return to her family's shop to help during her breaks proves that she has a good relationship with her family.

If I'm not mistaken, the reason why the child's elders and older brother didn't let her be a blacksmith was that they felt the job was too hard and they didn't want the little girl to suffer.

As a result, this guy chose the more difficult and dangerous path of hunter, carrying a sledgehammer that was much heavier than a forging hammer.

I wonder what her family thought when they heard that she was going to learn to be a hunter.

It would be better to keep her at home and help with the ironwork.

"Are you here to make equipment?" The petite Bali stood on tiptoe and looked at the large package full of materials behind the two men.

"Well, Muti wants to build a new set of armor, and I plan to make two weapons." Orlan said with a smile, "Miss Noya said this is an old shop, so she recommended us here."

"No problem at all!" Bali gave a thumbs up. "Our craftsmanship is top-notch in Metabetat!"

As she spoke, Bali called an apprentice craftsman and asked him to stand at the counter for her. She then took Muti and Olang and went to the inner room of the workshop.

Entering the workshop, you are greeted by the sound of clanging hammers and the heat of the fire.

In front of the forging table, a strong young man with bare chest and only a protective leather apron hung in front of him looked over.

"Ah! Why aren't you wearing a shirt again? Put it on quickly, a guest is coming!" Bali shouted to the young man dissatisfiedly.

The disdainful tone perfectly matched Orlan's stereotype of "the youngest sister in the family who is in her rebellious phase and always dislikes her eldest brother."

The young man scratched his short head, put down the half-polished metal parts in his hands, took off his leather apron, put on a vest full of burn holes, and greeted the two people.

"Hello, my name is Alman. I'm Bali's older brother and a craftsman in this workshop. Is there anything you need made?"

He also noticed the monster materials that Orlan and the others were carrying.

Just as Aolan was about to state his needs, Bali interrupted him, "Don't look for my brother. His current skills are only good enough to make some beginner equipment. I'll take you to my dad!"

The short-haired young man looked at his sister helplessly. Although his craftsmanship was indeed not as good as his father's, it was too much to say that he could only make novice equipment.

Now, as long as the orders in the workshop are not too difficult, he will usually take over.

After giving the young man an apologetic look, Ao Lang and the others were pulled by Bali and continued to walk inside, shouting as they walked.

"Dad! Come out, Dad!"

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with strong muscles and a beard, but with a shiny head without a single hair came out.

(Something like this)

Yuwan, who was following Muti, murmured quietly, "Why do I feel like all the craftsmen there look like this, meow?"

"You're little Bali's friends, right? Welcome," the workshop owner said with a warm smile. "Her mother is out buying ingredients. Come stay for dinner! I'll ask her to prepare a few more dishes!"

They couldn't change their little daughter who was determined to be a hunter. Since it was a fact that the child wanted to be a hunter, they could only accept it. They only hoped that she could make more friends with reliable seniors who could help them at critical moments.

These two young men in front of me look very reliable!

Scorpion S and Sand Dragon are both very good armor. Some of the materials in the package of the tall female hunter were revealed. It’s a Rock Dragon. I have never seen such a young four-star hunter!

"Let's talk about dinner later! The seniors are here to order equipment, so you have to pay attention, Dad!"

The workshop owner nodded heavily. "Don't worry, our brand has been around for so many years and is unbreakable. What do you want to order?"

"Rock Dragon Set!" Muti said impatiently, "Do you think these materials are enough?"

Muti took the large package off his back and placed it on the ground.

The workshop owner examined them very carefully. He took his eldest son, Alman, with him to pick up each piece of shell and examine it carefully. He also tapped it gently with a small hammer to check if there were any cracks inside.

After several minutes, he nodded and said, "We have enough rock dragon materials, and the quality is good, but if we want to achieve the best quality of the finished product, we still need some auxiliary materials.

We'll need a few poison bags to treat the materials with the poison to increase their strength. We'll also need a few units each of Crane Stone, Red Lotus Stone, and Dragon Stone. We'll also need some high-quality Velociraptor leather for the lining."

"Okay, okay, I'll go back and get it now!" Muti nodded quickly.

"Don't worry, the pre-processing of the rock dragon material will take a few days. Just take the time to send it over in the next two days." The workshop owner said with a smile.

After saying that, the workshop owner checked the shadow spider materials that Orlan brought.

"Do you want to build a Shadow Spider suit?" the boss asked while inspecting.

Orlan shook his head, "No, I want to build weapons."

"A wise choice. The Shadow Spider set is good, but it's more suitable for dual bladers and bowhunters (physical skills). Your current Scorpion S set is no worse than the Shadow Spider, so there's no need to change it.

Seeing that you are carrying the [Kagura], are you planning to order a ‘Blood and Tears’?

Orlan nodded. He knew that "Blood and Tears" was the name of the Shadow Spider Katana.

"There's also a pair of Shadow Spider blades. Also, I want to ask, is Shadow Spider material really not suitable for making dual swords?" Orlan asked with some reluctance.