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"Hua, are you going to stop eating now?"

Wu Luo called to stop him, scooped another bowl of soup into the bowl, and handed it to Hua.

Hua looked at the bowl of soup in confusion, and held it carefully. There were egg flowers and chopped pork liver floating in it, so he had to sit down again, pick up the bowl respectfully, and answered Wu Luo, "Wu, food. Hua, don't eat it." .”

"But this pork liver is yours, you forgot, just now you threw all your dinner into it?" Wu Luo picked up the broken pork liver inside with chopsticks, picked it up and tried to persuade Hua, who knew that the other party just Reaching out his hand, he held the minced pork liver in his palm and ate it cleanly, then put down the bowl again without touching the hot water inside.

no?Although pork liver soup is fishy, ​​it is not so unmarketable, right?

He drank so happily just now that he almost licked the bowl again.

Uro is deeply surprised by Hua's current indifferent attitude.

"Thanks, Wu, I'll eat." Hua thought a little clumsily, and thanked him hesitantly. This is the disadvantage of learning too many vocabulary at once, and he still can't connect and use all the learned words well.

Uro finally figured it out, Qingqinghua didn't intend to ask for that piece of pork liver at all, after he saw the clay pot, in order to understand how this thing is used, he directly donated the dinner as an experiment, he really has the spirit of scientific research .Even if there was still some anger in Uro's heart towards Hua's self-inflicted chaos, it was all gone at this moment, he sighed slightly, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, no matter how stingy I am, I won't be reluctant to part with a few bowls of water. It's easy to drink water to fill your stomach. You'll be hungry in the middle of the night. Eat more. I don't have anything else. Soup is enough."

If Wu Luo drank half a pot of soup by himself, he would have to eat it three or four times in the middle of the night.

Hua didn't understand, he just watched Wu Luo hand out the smoking bowl again, suddenly lowered his head hesitantly, stretched out his hands, and shook his head slowly.

Uro put the bowl on Hua's palm tirelessly, and the other party shook his head and returned it to Uro, tried to show him his empty hands, then stood up and limped towards the fire, Slowly fiddle with the fire.

What does it mean?

Doesn't empty hand mean to catch the bowl?

Uro looked at Hua in a daze. After getting along with this tribe for a few days, although Uro didn't get in touch with many people, he probably realized that the leader didn't take the initiative to get in touch with new things that he didn't need, but she didn't Threatening people who bring new things; children's hands-on and learning abilities are very strong, but they don't take the initiative to ask for learning; only Hua, Hua's thinking is the most active, he will take the initiative to contact completely new things, including learning languages, Useful for research jars...

For a long time, Wu Luo thought that he could communicate with Hua, but Hua's actions today made him puzzled.

"Hua?" Uro called him several times on the spot, but Hua sat motionless, and even lay down soon, looking like he was going to sleep.The other deaf man had already finished his food. He licked all the oil on his hands happily, and squeezed Hua to watch the fire. The two of them were the fire watchers appointed by the leader, and occasionally made some weapons.

A grown man, even if he is disabled and cannot do heavy work, he only stays by the fire to burn wood every day, and he needs to eat less than a bowl of soup a day.

Uro was a little worried that Hua was sick, and this primitive man was his only friend in this tribe.

But Uro couldn't put too much energy on Hua, because the leader walked over quickly, with brains and blood still on her hands, she walked over and drank Hua's bowl in one gulp, and then He let out a long sigh of relief.If it weren't for living in the cave, Uro would have thought that he and the leader were drinking in a tavern, and they almost had to put peanuts on the plate.

The leader handed out the bowl and signaled Uro to scoop up another bowl. She looked at Uro's tools curiously, and seemed very interested.

Uro was slightly displeased, but he didn't say anything. To the leader who was willing to take him in and share the food, he still had some respect and gratitude in his heart. He just didn't like this attitude.

The leader didn't care if Wu Luo liked it or not. She saw the white gas coming out of the pot and the black smoke coming out of the fire. None caught.Unexpectedly, the pig brain and pig blood on the leader's fingers fell into the jar, adding a new flavor to the soup.

A brand-new pot of pig-brain hybrid egg flower mushroom pork liver soup is out of the oven.

Uro sighed deeply, and decided to skewer the venison that hadn't been put into the jar before roasting it. After all, there are so many ingredients in this pot of soup that it's unnecessary.

The leader didn't drink the bowl of soup anymore, she opened her throat and let out a few weird sounds, like whistles, several pregnant women immediately gathered around, timidly but full of joy, they gathered around the newborn small fire, and put the crow Luo and his tool circled tightly, and every pair of bright eyes seemed to grow on this man's body, which made people feel light and creepy.

The bowls were passed down one by one, everyone only took a sip, and soon there was no hot water in the bowl, and the pregnant woman who got the bowl at the end almost cried out, she didn't speak, just drooped her face sadly , tears falling down.

"You will also take the initiative to add salt." Uro was startled by this scene and felt a little guilty. He quickly said a joke to ease the atmosphere, and he scooped another spoonful of soup into the bowl. Drinking hot water, the worst outcome I have ever thought of is that the jar is taken away by the leader for sharing. If the bowl is also taken away, it will be a big deal to burn it. Maybe these jars can improve his status.

But I never thought that I would encounter such a confusing situation.

This bowl of soup was obviously too much. Uro was a little worried that other pregnant women would be unhappy, but they didn't respond, and the crying woman just drank a little and handed the bowl to Uro.

Seeing that Uro shook his head and refused, she handed the bowl to the leader.

"Wu." The tearful woman held Uro's hand, put his hand on her round belly, then bent down, touched the back of Uro's hand with her forehead, and called his name respectfully, beautiful and clear His eyes are full of kindness.

The blood of wild beasts brings bravery, and newborn children bring good luck.

Next, the pregnant women held Uro's hand one by one, placed it on their belly, and touched the back of his hand with their foreheads, as if worshiping a god.

The belly of the pregnant woman is the treasure of the tribe, where there is a new life. In such a harsh environment, giving birth is not an easy task, so they are willing to let Uro touch their belly. In addition to being grateful, it also means With trust and blessing.

Uro didn't understand what such a ceremony meant. He just inexplicably felt an almost solemn atmosphere, so he let them move at a loss. Life exudes awe.

The leader handed Uro the boar's tusk, and her face was very serious under the light of the fire.

"Uh." She said softly, "fire, bowl."

The leader spit out the word "bowl" not very fluently, which may have been taught to Hua when she just drank water, and then grabbed Wuluo's hand and stood up and walked beside his own hay bed.

The author has something to say. I forgot where I saw this ceremony. In my impression, it is indeed a tribal custom. It seems to be done to warriors who go out to hunt.

e's memory is too bad, there may be some changes, after all, it has been a long time.

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