"This one should be even worse. Cook it normally, and you'll just end up with a lump of wood." Zhang Ming took his time inspecting every piece of bird meat for parasites.
He soaked it in strong liquor to marinate.
Then he added a special seasoning: leaves from a shrub native to the Red Mangrove Forest on Turtle Island. Zhang Ming had discovered by chance that this shrub preyed on insects. Its sap contained special proteases that could turn tough monster meat tender and delicious.
So, even aboard the ship, where space was precious, he had transplanted some of these shrubs and collected plenty of seeds.
"Marinate it for half a month, and this monster meat will become tender and juicy!"
Preserving the six jewel-like eyeballs was more complicated. After some thought, Zhang Ming poured some of the Monster Bird's blood into a container and submerged them in it.
A spirit monster strange object was inferior to a heavenly strange object, after all. Without careful preservation, its supernatural fluctuations would slowly fade, wasting the materials.
As for what the eyeballs could do, he would study that later.
Since he had nothing else to do, Zhang Ming asked Little White to keep watch, returned to the Large Seashell, and carefully fed the pale blue crystal powder to his own lightning.
This cultivation session lasted half a month.
Zhang Ming cultivated so obsessively that he neglected sleep and meals, only shoveling down a few mouthfuls when he ate. Little White never came to disturb him, either.
Actually, he was still quite worried about Stone Mama.
Not because Stone Mama might die outright, but because the bird that had swallowed Stone Mama might die in some obscure corner, leaving him unable to find them...
It was not until noon on the sixteenth day