I am a primitive

As the dusk grew thicker, those who worked outside came back one after another carrying their tools.

"It smells so good?"

It was still far away from the entrance of the cave, and Heiwa, who had a good nose, had already sniffed continuously, shouting in surprise, and then involuntarily quickened her pace, wanting to rush back to the cave early to see the delicious food.

"real!"

After Heiwa's reminder, the rest of the people noticed the distinctive smell in the air.

They were already hungry after a day of hard work, and after smelling the fragrance, they felt even more hungry.

Everyone quickened their pace and followed the scent.

The closer you get to the cave, the more intense the tantalizing fragrance is, trying to hook people's gluttons out.

"Tools, put them back."

Almost at the entrance of the cave, the senior brother suddenly realized that he and the others were still holding tools in their hands, resisting the torment like claws scratching their hearts, and said aloud to everyone.

After his reminder like this, everyone realized that they were only focused on smelling the fragrance and forgot about putting away the tools.

Immediately, he quickly rushed to the deer pen.

The deer enclosure was built spacious enough for the deer to live in.

The cave where the Qingque Tribe lived for generations, due to the rapid increase in population and the increase in other things, has become a bit crowded now. In order to make room for it, Han Cheng asked people to put tools such as bone shovels and apricot heads into the cave. A corner of the deer shed.

After putting away the tools in a hurry, everyone hurried to the entrance of the cave, and some of them just started trotting.

As they rushed there, they wondered why today's food is so delicious?

Could it be that Shenzi made that kind of eggs again?

Some of them once ate wild onion fried eggs made by Han Cheng, and they still have endless aftertaste for the intoxicating taste. At this time, because of the similar taste, they couldn't help thinking of the golden eggs wrapped in green wild onions. His mouth was drooling, and even his eyes glowed a little.

Everyone rushed to the entrance of the cave, and after washing in the basin where the lactating female primitive had prepared water by the ditch on the west side of the cave in advance, they rushed into the cave.

I'm afraid that if I go late, I won't be able to eat anything in my mouth.

Although they also understand that the acquisition of food needs to be done in order, but smelling the tantalizing aroma, they just want to go in quickly.

Even if you can't eat it temporarily, you can feel at ease just looking at it.

After everyone came to the cave, they glanced at the place where the food was cooked, automatically glanced at the familiar fish soup and barbecued meat, and quickly locked on the small half pot of food that looked very different beside Shenzi. eagerly.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Han Cheng was very satisfied.

After secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, with a calm and calm look, he told the elder brother the rules of getting dinner tonight.

There are no restrictions on fish soup and barbecue, as in the past, but you can't take too much of this half pot of vegetables, and make sure everyone can eat some.

When the elder brother was about to start making food for the respected Shenzi, he saw Shenzi suddenly lift the lid of a clay pot next to him.

The white heat lingers and dissipates, and the golden color is revealed from the black pottery pot. A fragrance different from the smell of meat hits the face, which makes people move their index fingers.

Those who were close were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that besides the savory dish, Shenzi also made such a delicious dish, which smelled delicious and had never been seen before. the food came out.

Under Han Cheng's careful care, most of the jars of dried millet rice, which appeared for the first time in the Qingque tribe, were cooked very well, without any sign of being mushy.

The big brother standing aside looked at Shenzi, and then at the dried millet rice in the jar. He didn't know what to do for a while. Facing this kind of food that he had never seen before, he felt helpless.

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Han Cheng saw the difficulty of the big brother, he was already greedy, so he didn't hesitate, he took it and made it out of hardwood, shaped like the spatula of later generations, the wooden spatula used to turn vegetables just now, stretched out to the jar Inside, he leaned against the side and scooped up a piece of steaming, golden-yellow millet rice and put it in his special bowl.

Then he scooped up another piece and put it in Wu's bowl, picked up the chopsticks and put two chopsticks of vegetables into the two bowls, and poured out some of the vegetable soup and poured it on the yellow and clear millet rice.

Then he picked up the two bowls and went to the inner cave with seemingly calm but incomparably quick steps.

He doesn't care about crying primitive people who are not greedy, anyway, he is already too greedy.

Han Cheng gave himself and the witch bowl a lot of dried millet rice. Although the dish only picked up two chopsticks, with his incomparably skillful use of chopsticks, as long as he wanted to pick it up, the two chopsticks went down and caught the food. Stuff can make the unskilled doubt life.

Before the meal, although he had said that to the elder brother and everyone, but as the maker of the rules, he obviously jumped out of the Three Realms and was not in the Five Elements.

The rest of the people didn't think there was anything wrong with Shenzi's doing this. After all, what they had now was brought by Shenzi, and these two kinds of food were also made by Shenzi himself.

Even if the only son of the Son of God ate these two foods by himself, they would take it for granted.

Han Cheng held the bowl with chopsticks, and after he went to the inner cave, the eldest brother just started to take the food. He followed Han Cheng's example, holding a wooden shovel that was not commonly used, and dug up a piece of food from the clay pot that he had never seen before. The food, picked up a few chopsticks dishes and left.

The dried millet he dug was larger than that of Han Cheng, because he had the most wives and children...

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Han Cheng couldn't wait to pick up a piece of dried millet rice and put it into his mouth. He was so hot that he breathed out but he couldn't bear to spit it out.

The familiar taste filled his mouth, making his heart beat uncontrollably.

Wu's eyes are also bright, and his teeth are not very good. Soft and sticky rice like millet rice is the best food for him.

Moreover, this yellow food is not only easy to bite, but also tastes surprisingly good, so that Wu Lian didn't think of eating the food in the bowl until after taking three bites to savor it carefully.

Wu chewed the dried millet, and from time to time glanced at Shenzi who buried his face in the bowl not far away and kept pawing, and smiled again on his face.

He really didn't expect that after eating something similar to ordinary grass seeds, it would be so delicious after being processed like that!

The Son of God is always so clever and wise, discovering good things from places that ordinary people can't see.

The dried millet rice in the jar has completely disappeared, and the vegetables in the basin are gone, not even a little juice left.

With some reluctance, Tietou took the last sip of the millet rice mixed with vegetable soup into his mouth, chewed and tasted it carefully in his mouth, and finally swallowed it bit by bit with reluctance.

Knowing that there was nothing in the jar, he still couldn't help standing up and walking to the earthen jar containing dried millet rice to have a look, imagining that he could pick up some leaks from the teeth of all the foodies in the tribe.

Looking at the empty clay pot again, Tietou walked to the big tank with fish soup, picked up a long-handled spoon to fill the fish soup and ate it.

Tietou eats very politely today, eating fish bit by bit, and drinking soup in small sips.

Not only him, most people in the tribe have become extraordinarily quiet when eating.

The elder brother took a sip of the fish soup in the bowl, frowned slightly, and then there was a wry smile on his face.

After eating that delicious food that I have never eaten before, when I drink this fish soup now, I just feel that the food that was so delicious in the past suddenly loses a lot of flavor.

This is not an exaggeration. Ever since Han Cheng brought out the fish cage, the Qingque Tribe always had fish for every meal, and it also occupied the main position.

Eating only one type of food for years will naturally tire your taste buds.