Ingredients

The salmon sashimi tastes good, but Ian doesn't like to eat raw salmon. Besides, this is a different world. Who knows if the fish here are the same as on Earth? Are there any parasites that no one knows about?

Roasting over fire is, of course, a relatively safe choice.

Hillyard hasn't come back yet, and Elan is still sleeping. Ian is packing his clothes and finds a few holes in his trouser legs, which makes him frown slightly: "It seems that I have to buy new clothes... It's okay in summer now. No matter how strong the Terrans are, it will be inconvenient in autumn and winter."

The boy took off his wet clothes, dried them by the brazier, and began to process the salmon.

Pick up the fish-cutting knife, dip it in water and sharpen the blade on the whetstone. Ian skillfully cut off the fish head with one knife, then cut off the fish body, and finally separated the fish tail. Later, he will use the fish tail, fish head and fish bones to make soup together, so that nothing will be wasted.

Next, the fish body was cut vertically along the direction of the fish bones. After Ian carefully removed the fish bones and fish bones, the remaining was pure meat.

This salmon was indeed of the Blue Mist level. The fish meat looked very fresh and tender, and even smelled slightly sweet, which made Ian swallow his saliva and feel hungry.

"It's a pity that there are not enough spices and oil. Otherwise, frying the fish meat and bones, and then stewing a pot of thick soup, would be much fresher than simply boiling fish in salt water..."

Ian felt a little sorry for the ingredients - he often cooked for himself on Earth, and his cooking skills were quite good. This time, the salmon meat was definitely a top-level ingredient on Earth, but he couldn't fully release its deliciousness.

"Grilled fish is also good - after all, high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods."

But he is always optimistic.

After processing the fish meat, Ian spread a layer of brown-red sea salt on it, then took out the silver coins from the ash and lit the fire.

The silver coins given by Hilliard need to be aged for a while, but Ian is not in a hurry. Osenna's previous savings and sleeping powder are all funds that can be used safely, which is enough to live for a long time.

While preparing the grilled fish, he plans to deal with the herbs given by Elder Pude.

"By the way, Belia Concentration Grass..." Picking up the wooden box, the boy's eyes moved slightly: "What level of sublimation plant is that?"

It has been a while since Ian got the "precognitive vision". He thinks he has not fully explored the potential of this spiritual power.

But at least, he has classified the many "colors" revealed in the precognitive vision and summarized a simple system.

After opening the precognitive vision, the scenery in Ian's eyes will turn into a world composed of various colors of fog. According to the trend from bad to good, the quality and rarity of the items can be divided into different categories and levels.

Black and red represent good and bad fortune.

Gray, white, blue, and purple represent the preciousness of items.

And gold, which cannot be defined for the time being and is independent.

According to Ian's instinct and the events he has experienced, black represents the crisis of death - it is certain that death will occur, and if you don't fight hard, it will never change. The danger level is about the same as 'an eight-year-old child fights against his uncle who is crazy because of mushrooms and colludes with the natives'.

Red represents blood disasters and life-threatening. But it is not certain to die or be inevitable. An example is probably 'choose to go to the north to take risks and you will be attacked by a group of jungle leopards' - as long as you don't go, you will be fine, and if you really encounter it, you may not be defeated.

This represents good or bad luck.

And the next one represents the rarity of something.

Gray occupies the vast majority of the foresight vision. It represents various ordinary raw materials that are inferior, flawed and old, or have not been processed, such as sand and soil, old bricks and tiles, and wooden tables that have been used for more than ten years.

White is slightly less than gray, and it represents ordinary, normal, newly produced furniture, or some processed materials, such as kiln bricks, glass and algae oil.

The white mist has different shades. The lightest one is almost gray, which is a redwood chair that has been used for half a year, and the thickest one is the fine iron hand and half sword hanging at the door of the blacksmith shop, which is worth about five thalers and is the blacksmith's proud work.

As for blue, it is rare. It has surpassed all ordinary and common materials. Most of them are related to sublimation materials and have extraordinary effects-Osenna's deformed bones and Supor sleeping powder are of this type.

The last purple is rare-Ian doesn't know what purple represents, because it was a stream of light he saw from afar when he passed by the Viscount's Mansion.

In the entire Harrison Port, only the Viscount's Mansion has a purple light.

Other places, no matter how rich or mysterious, are just blue mist.

Inferior gray, ordinary white, rare blue, rare purple.

This is the level of items Ian knows now.

Above this, there may be higher levels such as "excellent", "epic", "legendary", and "mythical", but that is another matter. At least Ian has never seen things of this level.

As for the golden light on his teacher Hilliard...

Ian is not sure what category the golden light flowing on Hilliard is.

Is it "fortune" or "rarity"?

And gold, is it excellence, epic or legend above purple?

Even... myth?

Nothing is clear, so it can only be classified separately.

The only thing he knows is that the golden light is enough to change his future.

This time in the fish market, Ian is sure that his ability can indeed distinguish the rare ingredients hidden in many ordinary ingredients. Even if there is a lot of gray-white mist, it can't cover the blue light.

"Let me see."

At this moment, Ian opened the foresight and observed the herbs in the box.

The Berea Concentration Grass looks like a sharp grass, but is sharper. Its top is like a pine needle, and its body is dark green with a thin layer of white fluff. It feels a bit stinging and smells like a lighter pine resin.

It usually grows with sharp grass, and only skilled herbalists can select it from many weeds based on the different shapes of its tips.

The dried Concentration Grass in the medicine bag has a better concentration effect, but it takes longer to work. The Concentration Grass that has just been cut is a lighter green color. It can be used as an emergency analgesic, but it has no concentration effect.

All Ian saw was fog.

In the foresight, the medicine bag was light blue, mainly because there were many other auxiliary herbs in the medicine box. The Concentration Grass, as the main material, was blue, while the other materials were just ordinary white.

"Very considerately divided into ten-day portions..."

Muttering to himself, Ian took out a packet of herbs from the medicine box. He carefully examined it for a moment, then unwrapped it and placed it in the boiling clean water. In the second breath after the herbs were submerged in the water, mist rose, and a faint fragrance filled the room, smelling like a light rain in the early spring.

It takes half an hour to boil the herbs, just right for grilling fish. The fire was already strong, and the fir wood would have a natural wood fragrance after burning. Ian used wooden sticks to string the processed fat fish meat and clamped it next to the fire.

Then it was time to wait.

Under the high temperature of the flame, the salt grains originally applied to the fish meat began to crystallize and peel off, and the surface of the fish meat became dry and wrinkled, and then cracked, but the tender meat inside appeared, and the delicious oil and water continued to flow out and drip as the fire burned, making the flame suddenly stronger for a moment, burning.

The house was soon filled with the fragrance of herbs and fat. Smelling the steaming meat, Ian, who had been greedy for a long time, couldn't help but sigh: "Such good fish, even if it is not sliced ​​and eaten raw, it will probably taste good."

He took a bunch of grilled fish fillets. In the foresight, the grilled fish fillets were visible to the naked eye, surrounded by light blue fluorescence and mysterious mist, containing mysterious and delicious charm.

Ian, who was already very hungry at the fish market, swallowed his saliva and took a bite.

Immediately, the hot taste filled his mouth, the light salty taste of sea salt, and the fresh and tender fat of fish meat were really delicious.

Ian chewed the juicy fish fillets a few times, and could clearly feel the smoothness of his teeth cutting the fish meat. The unique taste of the fish meat and the taste of sea water were swallowed into his stomach. The stomach that had been waiting for a long time began to digest, and the second bite had been taken.

As the fish meat was swallowed and slid into the stomach, the blue mist melted in the abdomen, and a sense of satisfaction and comfort spread throughout the body, driving away fatigue. Even the tops of the fingers and toes felt numb, which was the power of blood rushing to the extremities.

At this moment, Ian felt that his physical strength was recovering rapidly. As the virtual source seed, the "second heart", began to work, he felt a new force surging in his stomach and intestines. It was another kind of life force different from physical strength. It swept through every corner of the body, making the muscles and organs revitalized.

This feeling was very strange, just like he originally thought that he was healthy and energetic, but in fact it was a sub-healthy state, far from reaching the upper limit of physical strength.

"Not only that."

At this moment, the boy keenly sensed that a small vortex seemed to appear in his heart, where the virtual source seed was located... It was spinning and pulsating, just like the heart circulating blood throughout the body, extracting and purifying the life force other than physical strength, the power called 'source essence', from the stomach and blood.

Then, the more refined source essence was transported to every corner of the body!

Unable to help but groan, Ian felt that his whole body was as comfortable as soaking in a suitable warm water bathtub after being blown by the cold wind all day.

Not only that, more abundant physical strength rose... and his ears and eyes became more acute.

Now, Ian is much more energetic than before, and his condition is moving towards the best situation ever!

When Hilliard returned to the house, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"This fragrance..."

Just now, he was a little confused outside the house, and after entering the house, he confirmed it thoroughly. The old knight was surprised and said: "Herbs, and the smell of source food - sublimation material?"

"How did the child get it?"

With doubts, he walked into the house quickly and happened to see Ian taking four grilled fish fillets that were already fragrant and oily and putting them on a wooden plate.

"Teacher? You have worked hard tonight."

Seeing the old knight return, Ian, who had just cooked the herbal water and was about to put it in a dark place to stand for a whole day, turned his head.

He smiled and greeted: "Here are the freshly made fish fillets."

"It's a pity that there is no sauce and oil, otherwise the taste might be better."