Chapter 644: Nature's Gift (Part 3)

Schiller indeed failed to make Beijing roast duck, because the mud here was indeed not very suitable for making a stove, but he made a simplified version, which was to clean the duck, and then marinate it with the juice boiled from seafood.

Cut open the abdomen, stuff it with apples and lemons, then stuff the whole duck into a larger coconut shell, seal the coconut shell, put it into the sand that was burned to be rolling hot, and stew the duck until cooked.

Hal originally wanted to replicate Beef Wellington, but because there was no ready-made starch, he couldn't make puff pastry, and the mushroom sauce didn't have good raw materials, so he also made a simplified version.

Remove the edges of the toast bread, brush each layer with butter, stack four layers and pinch them well, fry until golden, sprinkle pepper on the steak, fry to medium-rare, apply seafood sauce, and wrap with bread to crisp.

Seeing that the other party's strength was not inferior to his own, the two people who would not feel hungry at all had no intention of stopping their behavior of showing off their cooking skills until another figure appeared at the cave entrance.

It is actually very difficult to see a truly doubtful expression on Batman's face, but at this moment, Schiller was very sure that he saw a trace of doubt and a trace of confusion on Bruce's face.

It was not easy to judge the life and death of the two people lying down, but the appearance and fragrance of the food would not lie. Bruce, who had flown the plane for several hours and finally arrived at the crash site, was also a bit hungry at this time. When he opened the door of the closed cave and walked in, he was even hungrier.

These recipes basically added original elements adapted to the environment, but the general structure was still the food preparation method that humans had tested countless times. Basically, there would be no mistakes, and therefore, whether from the fragrance or the appearance, they were very tempting.

The first mushroom stewed chicken out of the pot, because of the rich fat of the chicken leg meat, the whole dish was covered with a layer of golden luster. And equally lustrous was the seafood pasta made from shrimp oil. The pasta packed in the coconut shell made it not difficult to imagine the unique fragrance of coconut besides the deliciousness of seafood.

Equally full of reverie was the duck meat that had been cut. The meat had been stewed until it was incomparably soft and rotten. Paired with the seafood juice prepared by Schiller, I am afraid that one bite would go straight to heaven. The wilderness survival version of Beef Wellington looked unique, and the combination of a large amount of carbohydrates and thick-cut steak would make any omnivorous creature crazy.

When the last pot of seafood soup from Schiller's side came out of the pot, Arthur sat up like a corpse. He completely didn't care about Bruce, the uninvited guest, and with a speed like running, he gathered beside the stone slab, waiting to eat.

Schiller helped Oliver up and also brought him to the stone slab. After the four sat down, there was no empty space around the stone slab, so Bruce, who had just arrived, also appeared a bit awkward. ===== CHAPTER 645 =====