High Above

After a hard day, I naturally have a big appetite.

Ian came to the kitchen. There are some leftover ingredients in the kitchen and cupboards.

For example, a piece of smoked venison jerky and a lot of salted fish, a small pot of maroon sea salt, a small bowl of berries that smell very sour, and a small bag of wheat hidden in the back of the cupboard.

When my uncle came home, he also brought back a piece of fresh fish, probably as an extra meal for himself for dinner today.

For the feudal society, just having a lot of meat was considered very rich, even luxurious.

It's not surprising when you think about it.

After all, on the continent of Terra, the physical fitness of human beings is far better than that of ordinary people in the Middle Ages on Earth. Everyone can be regarded as a strong man when they become adults, with higher productivity and better living standards.

"Not bad, it seems that we can make something delicious."

Ian is not welcome, although uncle is dead, but the fish must not be spoiled.

The fish was still fresh and had been disemboweled to remove its internal organs. He set up a pot on the stove, filled it halfway with water, and then lit the straw and dry sawdust with the stored tinder.

After the fire was strong, I added some firewood that I chopped myself, and Ian threw in the dried meat that had been cleaned of surface oil and dust, boiled it with water and berries, and then went to the side to deal with the fish scales.

With the sound of the water gradually boiling, he crushed a few berries that taste like lemons, spread the juice all over the fish, and then coated with a layer of gravy and salt, skewered it with a wooden stick, and put it in front of the stove to slow down. bake.

Gradually, the aroma came. The outside of the squid was crispy, but the inside was still tender. The taste of sour berries and gravy mixed together was quite appetizing, and the broth was also steaming hot. The original and strong aroma gurgled Roll in pan.

Having a hot pot of broth and grilled fish is a total treat on this night of exorcism.

Ian has always believed that everything can be done casually, but when it comes to eating, it can be finer and finer.

"It should be almost there!"

Seeing that the heat was enough, Ian took down the grilled fish. He took a bite and his tongue was burned immediately, but then he narrowed his eyes and chewed vaguely: "Well, it tastes good!"

Although the taste of grilled fish is a bit bitter due to the lack of spices and the salt is not refined enough, but the taste is indeed crispy and distinct, and the pure protein is chewed into the stomach, and the satisfaction is incomparable to anything.

After taking a few mouthfuls of grilled fish, Ian scooped up another spoonful of broth and drank it down.

The venison jerky stew soup is honestly too thick, the taste is a little hard, and the fat is not too much, but it is very chewy and it is also an important source of nutrition. The scalding gravy is full of original energy taste, and also has the charred umami taste of the surface of the venison due to the charred layer of frying.

Seriously swallowing the precious nutrients into his stomach, Ian even had the illusion that his body was rapidly absorbing all the nutrients in the food and converting them into the physical strength and growth energy of this body.

Maybe... it's not an illusion.

Ian thought about it, and took a bite of the fish.

Humans on Terra are not earthlings after all, their bodies are extremely strong, and it is completely understandable that they have a stronger digestion and absorption ability.

But for himself, perhaps because of the awakening of psionic energy... He now feels that his body is open to all kinds of nutrition sources, completely absorbing them!

However, instinct and common sense told him that the average Terran, no matter how strong their digestion ability was, would not be able to recover their physical strength after eating food for a dozen seconds as he did now.

Now Ian can almost clearly feel that his cells are jumping for joy, and all the tissues and organs in his body are absorbing nutrients, and this desire is close to hunger and thirst, which makes his heart beat faster, his breathing is rapid, and the blood rushes under his body , deliver oxygen and nutrients to the end of blood vessels.

"In the past, I couldn't eat so much meat, but now, I just fill my hunger, far from being full."

Feeling the body absorbing nutrients and chewing the food in his mouth, Ian thought deeply.

Thinking of Ossenna's deformed right leg, he couldn't help frowning: "That's also very strange, would tumors appear there in ordinary people? Physical distortions of this level rarely appear even if genetic modification fails."

"Psychic power and other powers may be involved? In short, the true power of the Terra people should be far more than what I know on the surface."

Regarding the abnormalities in his body, Ian may be able to roughly guess one or two.

Leaving aside elements such as Terra's spiritual power, a similar situation has occurred to the genetic adjusters on Earth.

On the earth in the age of stars, everyone has undergone genetic modification. Everyone is a little superman to the human beings in the past.

However, all kinds of powerful genetic organs, strengthened muscles, and toughened bones all need nutrients, even special nutrients, to develop and mature.

After testing, if a perfect genetic adjuster cannot consume a large amount of protein and carbohydrates in his childhood, all his genetic organs will be delayed in development, or even stop growing completely.

In this way, the original Superman becomes a mortal.

Naturally, genetic adjusters who have not successfully developed are still stronger than ordinary humans, but they are still only in the category of mortals.

Ian felt that many ordinary people in the Terra continent might be in a similar situation.

Their internal potential is great, but because of the social system or insufficient productivity, ordinary Terrans cannot fully tap the potential in their bodies.

"The Terrans in the past should be a creature that is far more powerful than the present Terrans. It may be genetically modified, or it may be some kind of magical creature, psionic creature. The nouns are changed randomly, but the meaning behind them is the same."

"However, due to various reasons such as the severance of spiritual energy, the cessation of the magic tide, a world-class nuclear war, or climate change, or even a meteorite falling, the old civilization lost the guarantee of productivity. Although the people of Terra still maintain the old The characteristics of the higher races, but lose the relevant power."

Just guessing at will, Ian didn't think about it, but just put his old earth situation in a different world.

He has watched a lot of novels and movies, so he will naturally guess more about the possibility, but these are not important.

"It's better to be full than not to be full. It doesn't matter if it's magic, psionic energy, or something else. That's absolutely true."

Seriously chewing the venison in his mouth, staring at the boiling gravy and bubbles in the pot, Ian felt like a mirror in his heart: "Nutritional intake in childhood will greatly affect future growth, and it is always right to eat more, even if it is ordinary. People also have to supplement enough nutrients to become strong."

"My spiritual power can find most of the hidden special resources and materials in this world... This is the source of future wealth and the guarantee of life."

Thinking of this, he bit off the crispy fish bone in his mouth. Ian crunched the fish bone and swallowed it.

He looked solemn: "The premise is that I can grow up safely and get enough nutrition."

"Every meal counts and is precious."

Being sure of this made him more open to eating.

Soon enough to eat and drink.

Ian, who had fully recovered his strength, stood up.

He once again opened his 'foreseeing vision'.