Chapter 1282 - Moving Out
"This salted duck egg is amazing!"
Li Bai slurped down his rice porridge. Little beads of oil floated on the surface, along with a yolk bobbing up and down, adding a lovely touch of color.
Breakfast from the cafeteria included more than fragrant white rice porridge, big, crispy fried dough sticks, sweet and delicious glutinous rice cakes, and meat buns packed with meat and overflowing with juice. There were also salted duck eggs produced in Somalia, from farms invested in and built by the Chinese.
As soon as the torrential rain came, the locusts blanketing the sky were done for—or, to put it another way, they all became food.
African locusts gathered into swarms were easily agitated, and when riled up, they produced toxins that made them unpalatable to their natural predators.
But once the rainy season officially began, the downpour not only soaked the locusts' wings and kept them from taking flight, it also doused the fire in their hearts. They had no choice but to calm down again, and the toxins in their bodies disappeared.
The ducks braved the wind and rain and launched a full-scale attack, showing off their prowess as they rounded up every last African locust. They feasted and replenished themselves with all that high-quality protein, growing plump and sturdy. Every egg they laid was big and heavy. After a month of curing in salt, the cooked eggs' whites seemed to contain not a yolk but a lump of glistening golden fat. Break one open, and thick golden yolk oil came gushing out at once. Just one salted duck egg was enough to wash down a big bowl of porridge—or even rice.
Chickens ate locusts too, but ducks were more cooperative as a flock, making them easier to manage and