On the edge of the deathly gray wound, a tactical warning cursor as scarlet as blood flashed silently.
[Vanguard Across the Realm] packaged the live images and actual coordinates and sent them back to the base camp, and issued a ban in a deep voice on the channel:
"The forwards retreated to the safety line and stationed outside. The scouts laid out a detour route along the outer edge. It is strictly forbidden for anyone to touch the white and hardened surface tissue."
[Tom Pie] took a deep breath of the cold air, restrained her sharp claws, and silently followed him backwards and evacuated beyond the safety line.
At the same time, thirty kilometers away.
The towering Bone Lighthouse Outpost camp on the east side behind.
"Boss, the mushroom soup you stewed in this big iron pot... how many full attributes can you add to me?"
[Chubby Chef] was holding a large spoon made of Tier Three insect shells in his hand, and was concentrating on skimming off the foam on the soup surface. Hearing this, his movements suddenly froze, and the professional fake smile on his face was almost gone:
"No attributes added."
"Then... increase the critical hit rate? Or restore mana by percentage?" Berserker on the opposite side scratched his scalp.
"Ordinary carbohydrates plus protein can satisfy your hunger and make you hungry."
The strong man carrying a heavy double-edged ax opened his mouth wide enough to fit a duck egg in.
The two of them fell into a dead silence that lasted for five seconds, looking at each other across a large iron pot where the milky white soup was gushing and exuding the rich aroma of mushrooms.
"... Brother, what special effects does it have?"
[Chubby Chef] wiped the greasy apron and looked seriously into the guest's eyes:
"It tastes great. It tastes 10,000 times better than the high-energy compressed nutritious paste distributed in the guild warehouse that looks like chewing cardboard."
Heavy Ax Berserker The corner of his mouth twitched twice.
"Is there... is there a free trial?"
"Yes! Get the paper cups next to you. Don't stick your riot helmet into my pot and use it as a bowl!"
"Pfft hahahaha--!!"
Below the lighthouse, the shantytown market that had just been flattened by the engineering team suddenly erupted into deafening laughter and howling wolves.
A few days ago, engineers and logistics players had to wear heavy double-layered gas masks around the clock, coughing violently and swearing, while carrying bricks with all their strength against the corrosive acid mist in the sky.
Now, as the frontline twin Tier Four gods penetrated this forest area with one sword and one thunder, and [Crimson Boat] sent supplies along the opened upstream branch road, the decaying fog around this originally desolate outpost has receded and become a golden hub where the surface and underground supply lines converge.
Those who set up stalls to perform manicures, those who collect scraps and aggregates, those who sell strengthening runes, and even two casual guys who sell homemade bone carving playing cards all set up a tent at the wind shelter.
[Chubby Chef] came here on the first supply convoy yesterday morning.
He is a typical life-style player who is not doing his job. He has been playing the game since it became widely popular. He is now LV.54 and has completed Second Advancement early.
Everyone is generally Second Advancement, and there are more and more Tier Three on the front line. Compared with those fierce men who are on the tip of a knife all day long, his level is not high, but he has really practiced his skills.
At first he chose [Life Weaver], First Advancement was split into [Flesh Artisan], and Second Advancement took the regular [Flesh Modifier] route. This road is good at processing and adjustment The flesh and blood material is useful for making creations, and when it fell into his hands, it also became a good skill for processing ingredients. While other players were thinking about how to use their hands to power Mecha and how to cultivate six-legged self-propelled war beasts, he was drooling at the giant fungi as big as a millstone in the guild's underground breeding farm.
In his eyes, those densely fibrous caps can definitely fry into a golden crispy shell as long as the heat is controlled properly.
Unfortunately, the reality is very full and the physics engine is very skinny.
The first time he put it in the pan, he completely copied the real-life method of frying porcini mushrooms. As a result, when he shoveled it in, the unprocessed mushroom cap didn't move at all, but the old pan he copied had a gap first.
Later, he learned the hard way and used the material handling skills that craftsmen had developed along the way to pull out the rough chitin in the caps bit by bit like peeling off nerves. Then he simmered it in warm water over slow fire and tore through half of his own cooking diary before finally cooking up the signature pot of mushroom soup in front of him that shocked everyone.
"Give me... a big bowl! More mushroom slices!"
Zhongaxe Berserker smacked the sweet taste in his mouth, threw away the tasting paper cup in his hand, and happily opened the system transaction bar and took out Bio-Energy.
[Chubby Chef] Immediately he smiled brightly and quickly scooped up the soup and handed the bowl over.
However, when he turned around and opened the lid of another special steamer next to him, the smile that had just raised at the corner of his mouth instantly turned into a bitter look.
The pink pectin pastry, which was originally carefully prepared and intended to be a signature high-end dessert, now completely collapsed at room temperature and turned into a puddle of mud that could not be supported. It clung to the edge of the porcelain plate tremblingly and was even more liquid than the soup in the pot.
"Ahem... neighbor, that shapeless piece of rotten glue on your plate... can you sell me two tubes?"
In the tent next door, a young man with an ID of [Research Doctor] held up the flat Tactical Visor on the bridge of his nose, stretched his neck and reached over. His white coat apron was covered with colorful suspicious drug spots, and he was guarding a constant-temperature incubator in his arms like a calf.
[Chubby Chef] looked at the stain on his chest warily, and then at his gloves stained with unknown mucus:
"... You can sell it. Just stay where you are and don't put your hands into my cooked food operation area!"
[Research Doctor] quite consciously took two steps back and returned to his stall.
Compared to the steaming human fireworks here at the Divine Chef, the doctor's booth is like a combination of a frontline morgue and a biochemical laboratory. The worn wooden table is filled with droppers, test tubes and petri dishes with handwritten labels. The portable incubator rented at a high price from the Emerald City workshop is leaning against the corner of the tent. The centrifuge next to it is still humming, and the shared energy storage bag has begun to flash red.
[Chubby Chef] took out a small cup of pectin base from the raw material jar that was not in the pot, and handed it over vigilantly:
"The ugly thing is, this is the leftover raw material for making snacks. It has not been seasoned with sugar. It is sticky and has no actual combat buff. Why did you, a biochemical agent, buy this thing? To poison it?"
"Try to make a carrier to immobilize the antibody."
[Research Doctor] pushed up his glasses and spit out a string of cold professional terms.
Seeing the bewildered look on the cook's face, the doctor sighed helplessly and pointed to a test tube on the table that was turbid and light red:
"The logistics workshop brought back a batch of recycled nutrient solution a few days ago, and a low-level bacteria called 'Red Foam Fungus' repeatedly breeds in it. They are too small, and the commonly used bone sieves cannot clean them. If the remaining bacteria multiply, feeding ordinary war beast larvae will also cause problems, and the entire tank will have to be stopped."
"In the past few days, I have been trying to condense them into large clumps to facilitate industrial removal."
The cook thought thoughtfully, "... So you want to use my pectin to make it sticky?"
"Pour glue directly into it, and the active proteins in the nutrient solution will also be stuck together into dead dough, which will completely ruin it."
[Research Doctor]'s eyes sparkled with the unique spark of enthusiasm for academic Maniac.
He took the regular route from [Life Weaver] to [Life Sage], then Second Advancement [Holy Healing Prophet], and now his LV.56. Damn With his ability to sense and control life along the way, he can maintain the cultivation of low-level immune cells and then use instruments to repeatedly screen them. Other players on the same journey are busy practicing treatment, but he has spent more time and savings filling the incubator than he has put into his own equipment:
"I spent all my savings this week, using low-level immune cell samples saved in the workshop, repeatedly culturing and screening, and finally came up with a batch of antibodies that can recognize this strain of 'Red Foam Fungus'!"
"As long as these antibodies are put into the medicinal solution and mixed, they will be able to bind to the target strain."
"But the problem is that the free antibodies are too light to sink and cannot be efficiently recovered; if they are applied to ordinary bone fiber mesh, they will completely fall off and be lost as soon as the water is flushed."
The doctor stared at the crystal clear semi-solid gel in the oil paper, which still maintained strong viscoelasticity even though it was limp, and his breathing suddenly became heavy:
"I want to find a soft glue that can attach to the fiber at room temperature without binding the antibodies. It can allow water to pass through and leave these antibodies on Filter Membrane. There is hope!"
"The bad glue you just made... still maintains the elasticity of this gel network after cooling down?"
[Chubby Chef] looked down at the plate of desserts that could not be hardened no matter how hard they were steamed, and his face turned dark:
"... Yes, it's so soft that I want to pour it into the toilet."
"Awesome! This is worth trying!!"
The doctor slapped his thigh excitedly.
The corner of the cook's mouth twitched twice. "... Brother, are you deliberately going around the corner to mock me for my poor cooking skills?"
An hour later.
[Chubby Chef] carried a small bench and sat curiously at the door of the tent next door, holding a soup bowl and watching.
In front of a simple experimental bench, [Research Doctor] used a small spatula to pick up a thin layer of pink pectin that had been adjusted with cold water, and spread it evenly on the surface of two pieces of porous bone fiber Filter Membrane the size of a fingernail, like a pancake.
Then, after the glue layer cooled and stabilized, a trace amount of the antibody active suspension was gently dropped onto one of the pieces with a pipette. The other piece was only coated with glue and was kept as a control.
After a while, the two processed pieces of Filter Membrane were tweezed into transparent test tubes containing the high-concentration contaminated original solution of "Red Foam Fungus".
The microscopic reaction unfolds silently in the beating of the second hand.
Only three minutes passed!
In the dimension visible to the naked eye, more and more small red clumps gradually appeared on the surface of the antibody-modified pink gel film! A layer of dark red flocculent precipitate clearly visible to the naked eye was firmly locked on the gel network, and the originally turbid sample solution was obviously clarified!
On the other piece of Filter Membrane, which was used as a blank control group and was only coated with pure pectin, except for a few suspended impurities that were mechanically adhered, the entire test tube was still dirty!
The doctor was not carried away by ecstasy.
He took two more pieces of new Filter Membrane that had been treated similarly, replaced them with a control sample solution of another common fermentation bacteria, and re-entered the experiment.
This time, both pieces of Filter Membrane had only sporadic attachments, and no bacterial clumps were hung up like before.
The doctor took another sample and put it into the counter borrowed from the workshop, and checked the readings for a long time.
In this group of samples, the capture rate of target bacteria... exceeded 95%!!
"Huh... ha!!"
[Research Doctor] Stared at the test tube for a long time, pushed the goggles to the top of his head, slapped his palm on the table full of medicine stains, and his facial nerves were distorted with excitement:
"Fuck!! It worked!! Targeted Immunoaffinity Adsorbent is done!!"
The nerdy look just now that was submissive and afraid of blowing away the reagent when he breathed was gone. He looked like Berserker who single-handedly killed the World Boss in the Novice Village.
[Chubby Chef] was so frightened that he almost choked on his trachea with a mouthful of soup, then he opened his mouth wide and couldn't stop laughing.
He really thought that the other party wanted some heaven-defying artifact that would make people cry.
The co-author is the pectin scraps he boils out every day when removing fruit cores! However, it needs to be used to support a whole snack in the kitchen. On the experimental bench, only a thin layer is required, and then the concentration is adjusted. The glue must be kept moist, and the antibodies cannot be boiled in the pot.
"How many pounds will it cost tomorrow?" the cook asked with a smile.
[Research Doctor] Subconsciously stretched out two fingers, glanced at the panel of the incubator where the battery was running low, and then silently retracted one finger with a guilty conscience:
"First... just get a small bottle of concentrated puree from a mineral water bottle."
"We also sell a small bottle! Use a sterile sealed bottle to store it. If you dare to use your petri dish where slugs have been raised, I will break your legs."
"Don't worry, I understand the rules!" The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, but his stomach let out an earth-shattering thunder at an inappropriate time, "Um... Chef, how much does your pot of mushroom soup cost per bowl?"
The chef quoted a reasonable price.
The doctor's eyes struggled for three seconds between the bubbling aroma and the system account with a balance of less than 200 points.
"Wait... wait until I send this set of filter element samples to the workshop for quality inspection in exchange for money..."
"Okay, don't deduct Sosou, keep it in your account, and settle it with the pectin money tomorrow!"
[Chubby Chef] rolled his eyes, turned around and went back to his tent, quickly took out a large bowl of hot soup filled with smooth mushroom caps, sprinkled with a handful of chopped wild onions, and placed it heavily on the small folding table outside the tent:
"Take off your gloves and wash them before eating! Who dares to put a contaminated test tube on my dining table, I will deduct credit points from him!"
[Research Doctor] Looking blankly at the bowl of steaming hot soup, my nose was slightly sour.
He picked up the big bowl and took a big sip. The delicious fragrance spread on the tip of his tongue. He swallowed it with satisfaction. Suddenly he turned his head and looked at the waste basin on the kitchen chopping board:
"Ahem... Chef, your jelly... you can actually change it again."
The divine chef paused while cleaning the pot. "How to change it?"
"Your colloid molecular skeleton is not strong enough to support the water molecules and will collapse. You chop up the wild raspberry pulp and mix it directly into the raw pulp and steam it together, and use the crude fiber as a network of 'steel bars'. Your snack can stand at least two centimeters high."
The chef suddenly turned around and looked at him suspiciously. "Aren't you just engaged in microbiology? You can also bake?"
"I can't cook."
The doctor calmly spread his hands and took a big mouthful of fungus soup. "But I just watched your plate of mud... collapse due to physical gravity three times in half an hour."
The chef took a deep breath, silently took out a charcoal pen from his apron pocket, and added a line of notes on the blackened recipe book.
In the evening, the light strips along the street of the outpost light up, and the warm red light reflects on the high dome.
A steward from the logistics workshop put away Flight Wings and dropped it at the street corner. After reading the sample and records, he discussed with the doctor for a while, signed a trial intention for thirty filter elements, and paid a sum of Bio-Energy in advance.
Things must continue to be tested in an isolated tank, and the processed nutrient solution must be tested separately. You cannot pour it into the creature's belly after seeing it clearly. The doctor agreed immediately, picked up the box on the spot, and went with him.
In the middle of the market, the doctor replaced the battery pack with a brand new one, and sat on the pony with great dignity, sipping the second bowl of mushroom soup.
On the small table in front of him, there was a plate of freshly baked fruit pulp cold cake.
The pink jade-like cake body was cut as thin as cicada wings, and the fine purple-red pulp was embedded in it like amber. It stood firmly in the middle of the white porcelain plate, swaying slightly in the breeze, but never collapsed.
The chef stood at the table with his hands on his hips, his eyes as wide as bells. "How does it taste?!"
"The sweetness is just right and the fruity aroma is strong."
The doctor smacked his lips and pushed up his glasses. "It just tastes soft and not chewy enough. Next time, you can adjust the ratio of glue and pulp to make this 'skeleton' stronger..."
"Get out of here! I'm just making snacks for the living people to eat, not pouring cement into Mecha!!"
The chef laughed and scolded the author and tried to grab the plate. The doctor quickly stuffed the last two pieces of cold cake into his mouth and screamed incomprehensibly.
At the other end of the street, two heavily armored soldiers who had just returned from the front line were passing by. They were looking down at the live image of the "gray-white old injury no-go zone" that had just been sent back by [Vanguard Across the Realm] on the holographic goggles.
Someone shouted through the crowd:
"Hey! Doctor! An ancient death scar hundreds of meters wide was dug out on the front line! Tier Three The black vine reached in and half of it turned to dust. Quickly see if there is any antidote in your broken test tube?!"
[Research Doctor] chewed the dessert and stuck his head out. Tactical Visor zoomed in and looked at the suffocating gray map for two seconds. His expression instantly became serious and he shook his head:
"Pull him down! Don't amuse me with this deadly thing about gods fighting!"
He pointed to the row of neatly packaged Filter Membrane test tubes at hand, with a solemn and sober expression:
"Science requires basic principles! My antibody is monoclonal specific, and it will only recognize the target 'Red Foam Fungus' in its entire life! If it were a cold virus, it would be blind!"
"What about the death zone on the front line?!"
"Let the front team figure out the situation first! These bottles of reagents I have can't cure that kind of thing. I'll save these slots at the rear first. If I don't scrap one slot, I'll raise a few more war beasts that can go to the front line!"
Plop!
Blah blah blah--!
Before he finished speaking, a spray of Berserk suddenly exploded beside a large abandoned biochemical storage tank behind the street corner!
"Damn it!! The hook is bitten!! I hit a big deal with my broken wind pole!!"
"Get the net quickly!! Don't let it get under the shelf in the corner of the pool!!"
A few idle fishing players ran like crazy from the shacks and surrounded the old water tank.
The pond had long since been cleaned and converted into a fish tank, and the food Silver-Scaled Fish was shipped with supplies from the upstream fish farm. The favorite guy on this street called himself "Professional Angler", but he didn't like fishing directly with a net as it was too unskilled, so he just spent fifty points Bio-Energy to buy the fishing rights from the manager, and sat on a tin bucket and fished patiently for a whole afternoon.
At this moment, a palm-long, lively silver-white fish was raised high under the light, its scales reflecting the golden light cast by the lighthouse!
Angler raised the fish high above his head with both hands, with a solemn and fanatical expression. That posture... was ten times more proud than the big guys who took down the lord Server-wide First Kill!
[Chubby Chef]'s eyes instantly turned green, and he squeezed into the crowd with a big spoon in his hand:
"Brother!! Do you want to sell it?! It's pure natural and pollution-free live fish!!"
"Not for sale! Get lost! I will keep the screen recording and post it to the top of the forum!!"
"... Have you finished taking pictures?!"
Angler held up the still flapping fish and remained stunned for three seconds.
He turned his head and glanced at the large, steaming iron pot in front of the tent in the distance, which was filled with rich and delicious aroma. He then inhaled the alluring fragrance of mushrooms at the tip of his nose. His Adam's apple slid violently, and he fell into a long period of philosophical contemplation.
A few minutes later.
The broken sign in front of the food stall that originally read "Homemade Mushroom Soup" was torn down by the chef, and a new crooked hardwood sign was hung on his back:
[Chef’s Bistro·Opening tomorrow!]
[You can make live fish for two meals! Support processing of incoming materials!]
At the bottom of the wooden sign, a line of bold warning words just added with red paint is particularly eye-catching:
[Note: Our store only processes serious ingredients!! Those heavy-flavored perverts who cut off Tier Three biochemical tentacles and Abyss Poison Sac on the front line and want to try it out... get away from me. Violators will call the police on the spot!!]