I am a chief in a primitive tribe

"High-end ingredients often only require the most modest cooking methods.

This is the most familiar sentence that Mu Feng thought of at this time.

Raw chicken, wild onions, black-skinned bamboo shoots, and tree flowers are the most original and freshest ingredients.

All he had to do now was add salt, water, and chicken to the stone pot, sort out the order, put the bamboo shoots in the middle, and finally put the tree flowers and mushrooms.

Shuofeng, who had already tasted the taste of chicken soup, looked forward to it and looked at the pot with his eyes open.

The others couldn't help but twitch their noses to smell the scent that had filled the entire cavern.

"Brother Mu Feng, is this the chicken soup you are talking about?" Bai Fang's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but lean over to the stone jar, "This is too fragrant, isn't it?"

Mu Feng nodded: "It's this chicken soup, it will be even more fragrant when it is cooked!" Several

other people looked forward to it even more, and they no longer sat down, they all got up and stood next to the stone pot, all of them were intoxicated to smell the fragrance that came out, and refused to let go of a wisp of it.

Mu Feng couldn't cry or laugh, and secretly thought in his heart: "As for it?"

"Big Chief!" Lihu couldn't help but say, "Is the primitive chicken used for stewed soup, is it that we all eat it like this in the future?"

Mu Feng couldn't help laughing: "How is it possible, the primitive chicken is used to stew soup the most, and in the future, there are people in the tribe who are weak, injured, and have children, and they can all stew soup and drink."

"In addition to stewed soup, there are other ways to eat primitive chicken. But this has to wait for later, anyway, the taste of roasted and eaten is the worst way to eat!" Mu

Feng wanted to talk about modern pot chicken, white chopped chicken, roast chicken or something, but the problem was that he was afraid that he wouldn't understand a few people, and he would only waste his lips and tongue to explain, so he simply didn't talk about it.

But even the stew has subverted the cognition of several people.

At the moment, the soup stewed in the big stone jar is already very strong, and the aroma is completely out.

Several people couldn't help but drool.

"Big Chief, can you eat it now?" Shuofeng on the side couldn't hold it anymore, holding the stone bowl and waiting for the chicken soup to come out of the pot.

"Not yet, wait!" Mu Feng smiled and put the tree flower in, "When the mushrooms are cooked, it's fine!"

Mingguang, who was in charge of the barbecue, turned around and said, "The grilled fish and barbecue are ready!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng motioned for a few people to sit on the stone slab he had brought from outside, and in the center was a large stone slab.

"What a mistake!" Mu Feng sighed in his heart, "I knew I would have made a set of tables and chairs first!"

But he didn't show it on his face, and he sent them a pair of black-skinned bamboo chopsticks that had just been sharpened not long ago, which once again attracted a wave of doubt.

"What is this?" asked Lihu.

"This is chopsticks!" "The corners of Bai Fang's mouth curled up, and there was pride on his pretty face, "This is what I made with Brother Mu Feng!"

"What is this for?"

"It's used for eating!" Mu Feng smiled and said to a few people, "Give me the stone bowl, and I'll serve you soup!"

"Ah? How can this work, White Fang!" Lihu hurriedly got up and grabbed Mu Feng, "Big Chief, sit down!"

"Uh, okay!" Mu Feng had no choice but to sit down, "Every bowl has a little bamboo shoots and tree flower mushrooms." As for the chicken, just take it out and put it here.

White Fang did so.

Soon, there were cold salads, grilled fish, roast mutton, stewed original chicken, and chicken soup on the table.

Eight people, five dishes.

It is an extremely simple dish in modern times, but it is the most luxurious and luxurious meal after Mu Feng crossed over.

It's just that everyone is holding a chopstick in one hand and looking at Mu Feng with blank eyes.

Because they found that apart from roast lamb and grilled fish, they didn't know how to eat the other three things.

"Forehead......" Mu Feng was stunned, quickly picked up a pair of chopsticks, and demonstrated while talking: "This is chopsticks, which can be used to pick up vegetables!"

Especially compared to the smoky barbecue a few days ago, this is simply a delicacy in the world!

A few people either couldn't hold the chopsticks or couldn't hold the dishes.

The most exaggerated thing is that he has always been old and heavy, and in desperation, he had to hold a chopstick in one hand and put a little shepherd's cabbage in his mouth.

After tasting the shepherd's cabbage, several people showed surprised expressions on their faces, and then they all laughed and said: "What is this, it tastes different from meat, it tastes so good!"

White Fang smiled playfully: "I know, this is wild camelin's cabbage." Brother Mu Feng said that this is a kind of wild vegetable, and it can also be eaten!" Several

people looked at Bai Fang in surprise, and Du Lihu's face showed pride.

Obviously, Mu Feng is close to White Fang, and he, who is a father, naturally feels that there is light on his face.

"How about tasting the soup while it's hot?" Mu Feng picked up the stone jar and made another demonstration, "You can drink the soup first, and then eat two bites of the bamboo shoots and mushrooms inside!"

"Bamboo shoots, mushrooms?"

Without waiting for Mu Feng to explain, Shuo Feng on the side couldn't wait for a long time, so he picked up the stone bowl and drank it.

Mu Feng was a little helpless and wanted to say it on the spot.

But when I thought that today's topic was not this, I didn't take it seriously.

The others saw Shuofeng gobbling it up, and they also took a sip of the soup.

So they looked at the stone bowl in their hands with their eyes wide open, and they couldn't believe it.

"This is chicken soup?" "Can I drink another bowl?"

"Just drink!" Mu Feng also held the stone bowl and took a small sip.

Frankly speaking, chicken, mushrooms, and bamboo shoots are really top-quality ingredients, and the taste of chicken soup really doesn't have to be said!

This chicken soup tastes even better than the soup I drank in a modern five-star hotel!

The fly in the ointment is that the stone bowl is too heavy!

Of course, these are not a problem at all for several other people.

After drinking the chicken broth, they immediately indulged in delicious bamboo shoots and mushrooms.