GBP Chapter 424 Enjoying pork stew in Greenland
Chapter 424 Enjoying pork stew in Greenland
Chapter 424 Enjoying pork stew in Greenland
On the ice rink, Lin Yu'an, who was still completely unaware of all this, finally snapped out of her shock when she heard Ennis's next question.
"Lin, fishing enthusiasts all over the world want to know, what magical Eastern bait did you use yesterday that even the Sea God couldn't resist?"
This question instantly brought everyone's curiosity back to the present.
Lin Yu'an smiled, but instead of answering directly, he turned around and waved to the audience.
"Tiger! Come up here!"
Wang Hu was happily clapping from below the stage when he was stunned by the sudden shout. Pointing to himself, he exclaimed, "Me? What would I do up there?"
"Stop dawdling, get on here!"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wang Hu reluctantly walked onto the podium.
"Let me introduce him to everyone," Lin Yu'an said loudly, putting his arm around Wang Hu's shoulder. "My so-called 'Eastern Secret Bait' was actually made by him!"
A commotion broke out in the group.
"If anyone is interested, you can consult this Brother Wang. His bait is the real fish attractor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of people surrounded Wang Hu.
"Hey friend! How much is your bait?"
"Could you please tell me your contact information? I'd like to order a batch!"
"How is that amazing flavor made?"
Even Nanook, who had been standing at a distance, slowly walked over and asked curiously, "How do you control the taste and consistency of your shrimp-fermented bait?"
Wang Hu instantly became the focus of the entire venue, surrounded by a crowd, his face full of flattered excitement.
"Hey, don't rush! Don't rush! One at a time!"
Wang Hu cleared his throat and said with a touch of mastery, "This stuff isn't actually complicated! We Northeasterners aren't stingy, so I'll tell you the recipe!"
"The main ingredient is fermented shrimp paste, then mixed with roasted wheat bran and cornmeal, and some fish flakes that have been salted all winter. Remember, this ratio is key!"
Everyone took out their notebooks, ready to take notes.
"For shrimp paste, just a big spoonful; wheat bran, a little; cornmeal, as you see fit; fish flakes, just the right amount."
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Hearing this set of units of measurement, which had a strong Eastern mysticism feel, the Western anglers in the audience, who were used to using grams and ounces, were completely dumbfounded.
"Wait a minute—how big is a spoonful?"
"How much is 'a little'?"
"Look at it? How am I supposed to look at it?"
Seeing everyone's confused expressions, Wang Hu smiled helplessly: "Well, it's something you can only understand intuitively. How about this, I'll film a detailed production video later. If you're interested, you can subscribe to my channel on YouTube."
The awards ceremony concluded in a joyful and lively atmosphere.
Although the crowd dispersed, two figures clung to Lin Yu'an and Wang Hu like glue.
One was Hans, a strong German man, and the other was Nanook, the old Inuit hunter who was driving a kayak.
"Lin! Wang!" Hans said with a serious expression, his eyes shining with a thirst for knowledge.
"Although the competition is over, I have one more request. I must witness firsthand how you make that Eastern secret bait! Otherwise, I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight!"
Although Nanuk didn't say much, he stood to the side nodding repeatedly, his eyes also filled with curiosity about the bait that could catch the "Sea God".
For seasoned anglers like them, an unknown, powerful bait is more attractive than gold.
Wang Hu couldn't help but chuckle at the two perverts: "Alright! You want to see, huh? Then come home with us! We're having a celebration party tonight, so feel free to look all you want, as long as you don't mind the mess!"
The group returned in a grand procession to Wang Hu's cozy little wooden house.
As soon as he entered the backyard, Wang Hu did not rush into the house, but went straight to the iron bucket where fish offal was being boiled.
"Look closely, this is the secret recipe you've been waiting for!"
Wang Hu picked up a large wooden stick and vigorously stirred the iron barrel that emitted a strong fishy smell.
The boiled fish head, fermented innards, and the aroma of soybean cake swirl in the steam.
"This is it?!" Hans stared wide-eyed at the bucket of witch's soup in disbelief.
"Exactly! Heavy flavors, high protein, incredibly tempting!" Wang Hu chuckled. "The simplest truths are often the best, understand?"
Hans and Nanook exchanged a glance. Although somewhat disillusioned, as seasoned veterans, they instantly grasped the logic behind it.
"Alright, we've looked at all the bait. Since we're already here, let's not just sit around!"
Wang Hu suddenly changed the subject, pointing to the unsuspecting large white pig in the pigpen next door: "Tonight we're having a pork stew! It's not too much to ask that you two lend a hand, is it?"
"No problem." Hans's voice became deep and steady. "I grew up on a farm in southern Bavaria."
"Before I became a professional angler, I would help my family process at least ten livestock every winter. I was professionally trained in slaughtering and butchering."
As he spoke, he picked a boning knife from Wang Hu's tool rack, gently scraped the blade with the pad of his thumb, listened to the subtle "shh" sound, and nodded in satisfaction.
On the other side, Nanuk didn't even say a word.
The taciturn old Inuit hunter silently drew his skinning knife, which had been with him for many years, from the scabbard of his animal skin knife at his waist.
The handle was polished to a shine, a patina left from countless frictions with seal and reindeer fat.
The way he looked at the pig was not murderous, but rather a calm and respectful way of looking at food—in his eyes, this was a seal on land.
Thus, in the silent, icy wilderness of the Arctic Circle, in this magically enchanting marsh gas greenhouse, a spectacle emerged that is worthy of being recorded in the annals of human folklore.
A man from Northeast China, a Bavarian from Germany, and an Inuit hunter from Greenland formed a temporary transnational slaughtering group.
"We need to be quick, accurate, and ruthless, so it doesn't suffer," Wang Hu said as he skillfully inflated the pneumatic impact gun.
"Lin! Boil water! Boiling water!" Wang Hu shouted as he turned around.
As the newly crowned world champion and the only "rookie" on the field, Lin Yu-an had no choice but to resign himself to taking on the role of tending the fire, and happily went to add firewood and water to the big iron pot.
Wang Hu flipped over and jumped into the pigpen. Just as the pig groggily raised its head, the ramming gun in Wang Hu's hand was already precisely pressed against its forehead.
"Get out of here!"
With a muffled "thud," the steel spike sprang out and then retracted instantly. The enormous creature, weighing several hundred pounds, didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground, passing away peacefully.
"quick!"
Before the pig could even settle down, Hans had already charged forward like a rugby player.
Without needing Wang Hu's command, he skillfully stepped over the pig's body, knelt on one knee, and pressed down hard on the pig's chest with one hand.
The dagger in his other hand moved with lightning speed, accurately piercing the aorta of his heart, and then with a flick of his wrist, he deftly withdrew the knife.
"A basin! A basin of blood!" Hans roared.
"Here it comes!" Lin Yu'an carried a large stainless steel basin that had been prepared beforehand, filled with salt and warm water.
Wang Hu immediately grabbed his chopsticks and started frantically stirring the mixture in the basin. This was the most crucial step in making blood sausage; the fibers in the blood had to be broken up so that the resulting blood sausage would be tender and smooth.
After the bloodletting is complete, the next step is hair removal.
Boiling water was poured over the pig, sending up plumes of white steam that instantly filled the entire room.
Three burly men appeared and disappeared in the steam, their scrapers flying up and down, making a rhythmic rustling sound.
"This hide is perfect," Hans exclaimed with a professional eye as he scraped it. "The fat layer is very thick; it looks like it's been eating very well."
When it came to the disembowelment, Nanook took over as the surgeon.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lin Yu'an would never have believed that someone's swordsmanship could be so fast.
Nanuk's technique differed from Hans's academic style; his movements were more primitive and direct.
The short skinning knife seemed to come alive in his hands. He didn't need to look; his fingers moved through the gaps in the internal organs, making a light cut and a flick.
He carefully separated the large intestine with its fat attached, the still-warm pig's heart, the dark red liver, and the large string of pig lungs, and then sorted them into different basins.
"This is Inuit anatomy," Lin Yu'an watched in amazement. He had seen Odak dissect seals, but he hadn't expected Nanook to handle pigs with the same efficiency.
An hour later.
The once noisy pigsty has returned to silence, leaving only a faint fishy smell and lingering heat.
The battlefield has shifted to the kitchen.
The heating inside was on full blast, and thick frost covered the windowpanes, keeping out the bitter cold of the polar night. Inside, however, the lights were on and the atmosphere was lively.
The large iron pot, which was a meter in diameter, was already bubbling and boiling.
Large chunks of pork belly tumble in the milky white broth, while Wang Hu's homemade pickled cabbage, soaked in oil, exudes a tangy and refreshing aroma that strikes right at the soul.
"It's done cooking!"
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With a shout from Wang Hu, bowls of hearty dishes were brought to the large round table.
In the very center is a large bowl of sauerkraut stewed with pork belly and blood sausage. The dark red and shiny blood sausage is cut into thick slices and laid shakily on top of the sauerkraut.
On the left is a plate of glistening, translucent pork belly with garlic sauce, its color enticingly enhanced by the red garlic oil drizzled on top. On the right is a plate of braised pork trotters, tender and falling off the bone, with a bright red color.
There was also a plate of stir-fried liver tips with green peppers, cooked just until just done, so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.
The rich aroma of meat, the tangy fragrance of pickled cabbage, and the spiciness of minced garlic, mixed with the aroma of Erguotou liquor, instantly filled this little wooden cabin located at the end of the world.
"Come on, brothers!" Wang Hu raised his glass. "To the sacrifice of this pig, to our culinary skills, cheers!"
"My God!" Hans stared at the table full of food, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he smelled that familiar scent—the smell of a Bavarian winter, the smell of his grandmother's kitchen.
He pointed to the plate of black and red blood sausage sliced into rounds, and excitedly blurted out in German: "This is—"
Blood sausage? You Chinese eat this too?
"Try it!" Wang Hu picked up a piece of blood sausage, dipped it in minced garlic, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. "This is called blood sausage! You have to eat it while it's hot, it's so tender!"
Hans couldn't wait to take a bite. The familiar taste made him instantly close his eyes, his face filled with delight: "My God! This tastes exactly like my grandma's! Soft, chewy, and fragrant! It would be even more perfect with a touch of marjoram!"
"And this!" Hans exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the bowl of sauerkraut. "Sauerkraut? This is German sauerkraut?"
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"Hey! This is called Northeastern sauerkraut!" Wang Hu corrected, "But our way of cooking it is indeed similar. Come on, eat it with the pork belly, it'll cut through the grease!"
Hans was incredibly excited about the meal.
Perhaps because they live in similar high-latitude, cold regions, humans have always had remarkably similar wisdom in preserving food to survive the long, harsh winters.
The way Northeasterners pickle sauerkraut and cook blood sausage is remarkably similar to that of people in Germany, thousands of miles away.
Unexpectedly, in faraway Greenland, a German found the taste of home at a Chinese table.
"Cheers! To—to the pork stew!" Hans raised his glass filled with Moutai, his face flushed.
On the other hand, Nanuk showed great interest in the sauerkraut and white meat that were full of the aroma of oil.
As Inuit people, their genes crave high-calorie fat to ward off the cold.
He ate heartily, savoring the fatty yet not greasy pork belly and drinking the tangy and appetizing pickled cabbage soup, his mouth greasy and his face full of satisfaction.
After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the atmosphere inside the room had reached its peak.
Wang Hu, Lin Yu'an, Hans, and Nanook, four men from different countries and cultures, have begun to put their arms around each other and become sworn brothers under the influence of alcohol and good food.
Nanook put down the cleanly gnawed pig's trotter bone and let out a loud burp.
He looked at Lin Yu'an and Wang Hu with his weathered eyes, and suddenly said, "Lin, Hu, and Hans. You are true warriors. You know how to respect food and how to enjoy your prey."
He paused for a moment, then extended an invitation: "Would you like to come to our village together?"
"Where is your village? What are you going there for?" Wang Hu asked, his tongue thick with slur.
Nanook pointed inland and slowly uttered a place name: "Konkruswag."
Upon hearing the name, Wang Hu sobered up slightly: "Concrusewarg? Isn't that Greenland's largest airport? It's located at the deepest part of the Grand Fjord."
"Yes." Nanuk nodded, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes. "It's not just an airport there, it's also Greenland's cattle kingdom."
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Nanuk said earnestly, "The cattle herds near our village are too numerous and are threatening the grasslands. The city hall has given our village a lot of hunting quotas."
"But there are too few young people in the village, we only need meat as a reserve for the winter."
Nanuk pointed at Lin Yu'an and Hans: "You two are good marksmen and strong. If you're willing to help, we just want your meat."
"As for those huge bull heads and horns—those are the hunters' spoils; you can take them with you."
This offer is an irresistible temptation for any man who loves the outdoors.
You can experience primitive hunting, obtain top-quality loot, and help your local friends store food for the winter.
Moreover, Conkruswag is the only place in the world where you can drive directly to the edge of the inland ice sheet, a dream destination for countless hunters.
"This job—I think it's a good idea!" Wang Hu slapped his thigh. "Anyway, the competition is over, and we're just killing time!"
What do you think, bro?
Lin Yu'an glanced at Hans, who was equally eager to go, raised his glass, and said with a smile, "Nanook already invited me, so I'm definitely going!"
"Me too! Count me in!" Hans shouted excitedly. "I'm going to hang the bull's head in my living room in Munich!"
"It's a deal!"
The four wine glasses collided heavily in mid-air, making a crisp sound.
Outside the window, the polar night brought a blizzard, while inside, the air was filled with warm laughter and cheerful conversation.
Although the competition has ended, a friendship that transcends national borders and cultures, and a new adventure to Conkruswag, have just begun on this icy plain at the edge of the world.