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In the second step, put these meat pieces on the wooden barrel used as a chopping board with the skin down and the oil up, and put them neatly one by one; in the third step, the knife should be kept "dang-dong-dong-dong" and must be done. Cut only the fat layer without touching the skin underneath. After the cube is cut, the fat layer looks like an unfolded book page (although it is hundreds of times thicker), but the whale skin is still intact. Hold it up easily.

The robotic sailor did this without pressure, the cut pieces were square and straight, and the knife edge was straighter than the laser cut.The four broad-minded men who do rough processing are like kindergarten schoolchildren drawing finger paintings, cutting too deep or too shallow, and the position of the knife is rarely right.If it weren't for the protection of iron gloves, even if they had grown a hundred fingers, they wouldn't be able to chop them when they made a mistake.

The poor craftsmanship alone is enough for four people to drink a pot.Not to mention, they have other more deadly problems.Like Old Urban, because they were too tired, the four rich men had to rest for a while, and the rest time was getting longer and longer. In the end, they couldn't even stand up and could only hum with their arms.

At this point, all eight men have withdrawn from whale oil cutting work.The moon hung high above the sky, like a bright silver eye, spying into the world maliciously.In the dark Atlantic Ocean, only the lights of the "Quicuige" flickered, and the torches and oil lamps were burning quietly, illuminating the withered faces that looked like rotten wood with white or yellow light.

"Swear to the one above." Among all the guests, the old man was in the worst condition and the palest face.He stared blankly at the clouds in the sky, like a broken player, repeating the same lines repeatedly:

"Never do such stupid things again. Swear to the one above, never do such stupid things again..."

The performance of the guests was completely as expected by Suo Zhongwu.Although this group of wealthy people have hired health consultants, they usually exercise muscle lines in the gym, but the kind of small play is incomparable with real heavy physical labor.[If someone really suffers from today’s suffering, then it’s a hell of a life.

Little Earl was self-aware.He didn't mix the whale oil cutting with flesh and blood at all, and not long after the meal, he followed the human waiter to the whale oil treatment room.There, the young master’s task was to help burn the fire. While his father was working, he was also working. His father couldn't stand the rest. He was still climbing up and down, and he didn't mean to be lazy.With such diligence and a smoky face, Old Earle couldn't fault his younger son, no matter how harsh he was.

However, even though he was not trained by his father, what Little Erben actually did was not much different from the game.He was very happy playing with fire in the whale oil treatment room under the deck. First he lit the dry wood, and then filled the stove with charcoal piece by piece, and the fire sprouts were "crushed" upwards, and a lot of them were discharged through the chimney. Black smoke.

The fire that has tormented whale oil is hundreds of blocks stronger than that of BBQ.After the big iron pan heated up, the stern-faced machine waiter immediately threw the cut whale oil cubes into the feed inlet, and started cooking directly without any pre-treatment.

Under the high temperature roasting, the white-flowered sperm whale fat was quickly refined into water-clear whale oil.The cauldron is gurgling with oil bubbles, like a firecracker on July 4th, "peeling off"; whale skin, remaining whale meat and other impurities are also scalded by the hot oil to dry up the moisture, and it is scorched and burnt. Fell to the bottom of the pot.

These things must be removed quickly, otherwise it will destroy the quality of the oil and leave black stains on the bottom of the pot that are extremely difficult to scrape.In order to facilitate his work, Little Erben specially moved the wooden barrel containing the stew over. He manipulated the large iron spoon with both hands at the same time. While scooping the meat residue into the barrel, he hummed triumphantly. "Ding Dong", looks more cheerful than bare-ass Cupid.

There are two robotic sailors around him and a human waiter to help them, observing the oil temperature and adding new fat masses to the pot.These two tasks are not complicated. If you look at the oil temperature, you only need to sprinkle a few drops of fresh water into the pot. If the water crackles and bursts into steam on the spot, it means that the oil temperature is too high and you need to add new products to it; add raw materials. It's even simpler. Just throw the block with the fat layer down and the whale skin up into the pot. The robotic sailor is not afraid of getting hot, and can use any posture.

Suo Zhongwu was naturally not idle, and his work was more energy-consuming.He wanted to protect the personal safety of the young master of the Urban family, and he also had to check the taste of the oil residue. He was really busy.

[Not to mention, although there is an unexplainable fishy smell of whale oil residue and deep-fried whale skin, the taste is good, crunchy with a bite, and the mouth is full of fragrance after swallowing.

After being tired, Little Erben threw the spoon to the robot and began to work on oil residue inspection.He gave a higher evaluation than Suo Zhongwu, and both left and right claws started at the same time. They were obviously hot from ear to ear, but they couldn't stop.Maybe he was too happy to eat, he actually divided Suo Zhongwu a bucket of oil residue, hoping that "Master Zhuge" would bring the delicious food to the upper deck, "Anyway, it is something to be thrown, so let the father and the others taste it. ."

Old Urban accepted the bucket of gifts.But he just chewed a piece of it symbolically, and said "It's delicious" casually.This is also no way. When people are extremely tired, they have basically no desires other than sleep. It is not bad to be polite.

In addition, those rich men were even more exaggerated than Old Urban. Many people were already asleep on the deck and couldn't yell at all.As for the four Mrs. Kuo, they simply locked themselves in the poop and refused to come out.Ever since, on the teak deck of the "Quicuige", such an absurd scene appeared:

The tourists who spent a lot of money to experience whaling all escaped the decomposition of whale carcasses.It is the theme park's own people who continue to work, purely for completion, without the slightest passion when working.Without enthusiasm, it is naturally inefficient. Robot sailors and human crew members have been busy until 0932, when they peeled off the fat layer on the torso.

They are like the North American whaling ships in the 19th century. They put the leftover whale meat, whale bones and internal organs directly into the sea, allowing the sharks to eat them.Regardless of the standard of the era, this would be a serious waste of resources, but the North American whaling industry was so capricious, so lonely, and it wanted to keep a difference from other countries.

For more than a century, they have always wanted nothing but whale oil, until the relevant business declined completely and the last few sailing whaling ships were also demolished.