Food in comics

The days passed by in the ordinary, four or five days have passed since Ivan returned.

Life on Feiyu Island is very comfortable, and the relationship between the villagers is very harmonious.

Every day I fish in the sea, drink and sing in the pub after returning to relieve the tiredness of the day, and joked with my friends who grew up wearing diapers when they were young.

Even if we gather together every day, there will always be endless topics, the experience of going out to sea, the nagging of wives, the mischievous things of their own kids, and the little things that come out of their mouths will always bring a little bit of fun, as if It is just as happy to be integrated into their lives.

Or they can break their wrists and throw darts. This is the most common contest between fishermen. Until they prove that they are the strongest, they raised their heads, posing as a winner, and walked around the tavern incomparably. , Enjoying everyone... Let’s be regarded as a blessing for the time being, without the expression of gritted teeth, finally returned to the original position and sat down.

The small eyes still cast a few glances at the people around him, as if saying that Lao Tzu is the most awesome, you are all scum, making the other losers feel depressed, but they can’t say anything, they can only hold back. .

Every day, this group of people shared, talked, and competed with others, until their faces were flushed, and they couldn't drink anymore, and when they were about to eat lunch, they reluctantly left and agreed to fight again tomorrow.

And Ivan listened to their jokes and squabbles, poured them wine from time to time, or met their needs, cooking his specialty, salt and pepper octopus.

A large pot of mountain spring water, plus a large handful of coarse sand-like sea salt, wait for the water to boil, throw the fresh little octopus into the pot, cook for four or five minutes, take a shower, and drain the water. , Just sprinkle some salt and pepper.

Fresh and elastic little octopus, with the flavor of salt and pepper, one bite down, the juice splashes, the unique savory taste of octopus and salt and pepper converge in the mouth, it is hard to refuse, especially after drinking a large sip of wheat wine. This kind of taste is simply perfect, as delicious as the world.

When it was near noon, everyone returned home and continued to repair the fishing nets that had broken holes so that they could go out to sea tomorrow.

Or, with the help of the gall, you can kiss your wife's face with a few bites, and don't kiss a few big red seals.

Even if there is one or a few kids standing next to them, they are not afraid of anything, even when they are extremely happy, they will rub the faces of those kids with their beards.

Of course, most of the time, when they just want to kiss, they will get their favorite big mouth, and then their mother-in-law flushes all over, cursing and saying that when they are not serious in front of the child, they laugh and laugh unscrupulously.

After replenishing the fishing nets, take a nap, and when the sun is slightly west and the weather is not so hot, pour some water on the vegetables to clean up the weeds in the vegetable fields.

When the flying birds return to their nests and the sun goes down to the sea level, the day on Flying Fish Island is over, and the rest is just the night’s supper.

Because of early morning fishing, everyone basically goes to bed early, and the day is over at around eight or nine in the night.

This kind of life is very boring for people who like to pursue freshness. Every day's life is similar.

But for the villagers who have lived on Feiyu Island since childhood and those who like to live a stable life, it is a kind of enjoyment. Every day is bland and happy.

At this time, it was approaching noon, most of the people in the tavern had already left, and only two or three people remained empty.

Mackinaw stood at the counter and wiped the glass wine glasses. As for Ivan, he was cleaning up the restaurant, putting the messy seats back, cleaning up the food residue, and dragging the floor by the way.

He is very proficient and quick, and he has not been unfamiliar because of the few months he was away, and he has not suffered any discomfort from his blindness.

At this time, after a period of time, he has almost forgotten that he was blind.

Through the use of abilities, it makes him look like an enhanced radar. Unlike other people's colorful worlds, what Ivan sees is a black and white world.

"Ivan, it will be winter hunting in a few days, but don't forget it." Raf said after a drunken hiccup.

"I see, Uncle Love, I will help when that time comes." Ivan said.

"Yoooooo, Ivan has reached the age to be able to participate in winter hunting, and I have to perform well at that time." Wopu smiled heartily, seeming to have confidence in Ivan.

Winter hunting is a festival unique to the Faroe Islands where Flying Fish Island is located, similar to the autumn harvest of farmers.

At that time, marine fish were the most plump. Because of the winter, the body needed to accumulate a lot of fat to spend a slightly cold winter day.

At this time, the fish are fat and strong, and they are very delicious. Every bite is full and juicy fish, which can be bought at a good price.

After the winter hunting is over, it is the three-month fishing break in spring, allowing the fish to experience the thrill of spring and thrive.

During this time, the fishermen have no income, so winter hunting day means many important things. This is a very critical holiday.

About half a month after the winter hunting day, it is the Fara Festival, which is similar to the Spring Festival. There are three days in total. Except for the first day, when the ancestor worships and prays for the blessing of the sea god, the other two days are blind dates and marriages. Good day.

Although a large number of young people don't like this festival and feel like they are dominated, there are also a large number of young people who are very happy with this festival, because it means that spring is here.

Time goes fast, fast, one day slips away from you inadvertently, and the winter hunting day has arrived.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, Ivan left the tavern and boarded Uncle Woop’s boat. At this time, the sky was still very dark, and the wind blowing from the sea was extremely cold.

The winter hunting day is different from usual. The whole village cooperates with each other according to the amount of output. After all, this day is very important. There are more people and more fish will be harvested. It is only during the spring fishing break. It won't be too tight.

"Hey, this is your first winter hunting day." Wopu said with a grin: "Learn well. It takes time to be a qualified fisherman."

According to regulations, winter hunting requires adults to be carried out, so until now, Ivan is the first time to participate in such a large-scale fishing.

"Wop, Raf take care of Ivan, but don't let him fall into the sea, or Mackinaw will kill you two, let's go first." Doku teased.

"Get out of here, you guys," Ruff said with a smile.

Large-scale fishing and hunting, especially cooperative fishing and hunting, require a lot of energy. It may be very rewarding, or it may not be rewarded.

If it weren't for the special day of winter hunting, other times, the fishermen on Flying Fish Island would be separated.

"Blow conch horns," Doku shouted.

With a deep horn sounded, the winter hunting day began.