Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 48 Grilled Fish

The young shaman was the first to taste the soft-shelled turtle soup. A member of the tribe served a bowl of soup, picked out the best parts, and presented it to the young shaman.

It seems that the young shaman has a high status and uses the best items in the tribe for clothing, food, housing and transportation. It is unlikely that he would come into contact with this kind of soft-shelled fish that is only eaten by children in the Fish Cave who do not have much survival ability.

But in reality, the young shaman would taste anything that anyone in the tribe had eaten.

He had to personally taste all the food his people ate to determine if it was poisonous and what effects it had on their bodies. Only after confirming that the food was safe would he allow his people to continue eating it.

Just like soft-shelled turtles, the young shaman had eaten them many times. Without exception, it was all to help his people determine whether these soft-shelled turtles were safe to eat.

For most of the tribe who have never eaten soft-shelled turtles, they may think that all the soft-shelled turtles that grow in the river are the same kind, but only the young shaman and the children of Fish Cave know that there are many kinds of soft-shelled turtles in the river.

However, the differences between them are not as obvious as those between wild animals in the Taz Forest. People who are not used to seeing such things will indeed mistake them for the same kind at first glance.

Every new species of soft-shelled fish faces the important questions of "whether it is edible" and "whether it is poisonous." Therefore, children from Fish Cave often bring the soft-shelled fish they have caught that they have never seen before to the young shaman, seeking the shaman's help to determine whether this new soft-shelled fish is edible.

However, such things have become rare in recent years. After all, the types of fish in the rivers are relatively fixed, and only when there are significant climate changes will some new types of fish appear.

In the young shaman's memory, all the soft-shelled fish he had tasted were filled with a fishy smell that the tribesmen could not accept.

Of course, some soft-shelled turtles have a very faint fishy smell, but the tribe's sense of smell is too sensitive, so even a very subtle fishy smell will be very noticeable to the tribe.

Therefore, the tribespeople don't really like soft-shelled turtles. Only the children in the fish caves, who have no other choice, will eat soft-shelled turtles.

However, at this moment, the young shaman looked at the wooden bowl in his hand, which contained a rich, milky-white broth that had been boiled, with a few golden oil droplets floating on top.

Chunks of fish floated up and down in the broth, along with some overcooked, rotten stinky flowers and bits of white scallops.

The aroma of the food constantly assaulted the young shaman's sense of smell. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the young shaman picked up a wooden spoon, scooped up a piece of fish with some broth, and put it in his mouth.

The young shaman could still taste the original fishy smell of the soft-shelled turtle, but during the process of handling the cub, that fishy smell had been greatly reduced and was no longer unbearable. As a result, another kind of deliciousness, which had been suppressed by the fishy smell for a long time, was naturally released.

What the young shaman paid special attention to were the stinky flowers and white garlic cloves that the cubs had added to the mix. White garlic cloves are named for their pure white interior and round shape, resembling a human head.

Both of these are non-toxic but have a pungent smell, and few tribesmen like their aroma. The young shaman never imagined that these two things, when placed in food, could not only suppress the fishy smell of the food, but also give it an enticing fragrance.

“There’s no poison, everyone can eat now.” The young shaman lowered his eyes, concealing his thoughts, then looked up and smiled, inviting his people to begin their meal.

Unlike the young shaman, several tribesmen had already been tempted by the aroma of the soft-shelled turtle soup. Upon hearing the young shaman speak, they immediately called out and rushed forward to retrieve their share of food from the stone pot.

The moment the fish hit their mouths, no one spoke, not even a feigned compliment. Everyone just buried their heads in their food, trying to grab as much fish as possible.

After the turtle soup in the stone pot was mostly emptied, the tribesmen slowly put down their wooden bowls, burping and sighing with emotion.

"I never thought soft-shelled turtles could taste so good. I should have caught more to eat."

Chi hadn't forgotten about the fish she'd mishandled, thinking that adding water to the stone pot later and putting it in to cook should work.

Looking back, they saw a blurry little figure moving up and down next to the big fish where it had been.

"Luo? What are you doing?" There was only one cub present, so Chi was not mistaken. She asked curiously.

Jiang Luoluo turned her head directly to look at He, who was also eating fish from a wooden bowl. He chewed the fish bones in his mouth and said, "Luoluo said there's enough fish soup, so we can just grill this fish and eat it."

"Is it good?" Chi subconsciously swallowed.

“I’ve never seen anything made by Luo that tastes bad,” Brown replied honestly.

Actually, Jiang Luoluo didn't do anything special. She just put the jam from her backpack into the hollowed-out belly of the soft-shelled turtle and added some scallions and garlic to the side to remove the smell.

They then asked two adult tribesmen to help find two large enough tree branches to skewer the soft-shelled turtles and roast them over the campfire.

At the same time, Jiang Luoluo was also holding a wooden bowl and a large piece of fatty meat in her hand.

Jiang Luoluo roasted the fatty meat next to the campfire until it sizzled and dripped oil. Then, she used a wooden bowl to collect the dripping grease and had another adult member of the tribe help her smear the oil on the soft-shelled turtle.

The unfamiliar method of grilling fish once again attracted everyone's attention. Everyone silently watched the soft-shelled fish, which kept flipping over under the cub's command, and even their conversation became somewhat incoherent.

I had no interest in what others were saying.

Once the cub nodded, indicating that the grilled fish was ready to eat, several people rushed over and cut the small, two-meter-long soft-shelled turtle into eight pieces.

The best cuts were still given to the young shaman, but he had already eaten a large bowl of soft-shelled turtle soup. His appetite couldn't compare to that of the orc warriors who could devour a whole soft-shelled turtle raw. So he gave half of the roasted fish he had received to Jiang Luoluo.

Jiang Luoluo accepted it without hesitation. After all, it was food she had made herself, and even if it was given to her by the witch herself, she wouldn't feel embarrassed to eat it.

Fish meat is not as easy to fill one's stomach as wild animal meat. If it were a piece of meat of the same size, it would be enough for these people to eat for several days, but if it were fish meat, it would only be enough for one meal.

"Delicious!" Akane shouted in a very loud voice. No matter how many mistakes she made, the fish that should have turned bitter and unpalatable had been infused with the sweetness of the jam.

The addition of a layer of animal oil brushed on the outside makes the outermost fish skin crispy, which, combined with the tender and sweet fish meat, easily conquers the simple taste buds of the tribe.

The sweet jam once again won over the tribesmen.