The world of beasts breeds mountains and rivers [farming]

Milk soup for the Little orcs?

Thinking of this, the steady orc shuddered.

He turned his head again and saw the excited expression on Ren Heyin's face, which could only be attributed to the special hobbies of special places.

When he was traveling when he was young, he also saw the delicacies of other tribes, not to mention smashed, even if they were mashed, there were some.

Thinking about it this way, it is not unimaginable to eat the fish after it is rotten.

Ren Heyin insisted, "It's delicious, you'll know it after you taste it."

Han had no choice but to go back and ask the orcs to move out the two large stone pounders from the tribe, and take them to the river to wash them, without letting Ren Heyin touch them.

Ren Heyin was very greedy for these fish, and was reluctant to go back to the cave, so he stood by and started to fight.

The process of the orcs loading the water and washing the stone pound was not so smooth. They scooped up the fish as soon as they scooped them up, and they couldn’t hide. A young orc with a more anxious personality was so angry that his face turned red, and he grabbed the lively fish and threw it away. ashore.

The big fish weighed [-] to [-] catties, with a chubby, yellowish belly. When it came ashore, it opened and closed its mouth, jumping around desperately.

Many drops of water were thrown off Ren Heyin's body, which made him startled.

He knelt down and looked at the big fish carefully, not knowing what was going on in his head.

When Duo saw it, she hurriedly said to him, "Yin, stand a little farther and look, so as not to hurt you."

"It's okay." Ren Heyin asked: "Duo, do you know which fish are more delicate and delicious among these fish?"

"Why do you ask this? The fish that was thrown up just now is more delicious." Duo and his companions stretched their hands, their strong muscles puffed up, and they directly lifted the big stone pound and placed it on the frozen river.

Ren Heyin smiled, "I think of a delicacy from my hometown, it sounds simple, and I want to make it for you to try today."

When he said this, the orcs pricked up their ears to listen.

"What kind of food, do you have to pound it and eat it?"

"No, it's just fish fillets." Ren Heyin squatted down and took a closer look at the fish on the ice, and asked, "It's convenient for you to pick twenty or thirty big fish for me. This big one is enough. Pick the fresher fish with fewer bones. That kind, kill the head, remove the scales, remove the bones, and put the meat in the basket? It’s enough for the people in the tribe to eat.”

"Okay, no problem, you wait."

Ren Heyin has made a lot of delicious food recently, and the food in the tribe has greatly improved during this period.

Hearing what he said, everyone was gearing up to pick and kill fish, "How big a piece do you want?"

"It doesn't need to be too big, just two or three finger widths is enough, according to the width of our usual slice of meat." After Ren Heyin explained that he would communicate with Qing about the cooking, he thought about leaving, and he raised his foot and came back, "That's right , Don’t throw away the fish head and spine, I’ll use it to make the soup later.”

"Okay, don't worry, I will clean it up for you."

Ren Heyin ran to find Qing, and proposed to use two large stone pots and two cooking pots to cook a delicacy later.

Qing naturally agreed, and when the dinner was ready, the stone pot and cooking pot were emptied for Ren Heyin to use.

Ren Heyin took the onlookers to his cave and took out a jar full of sour taro stalks, and brought down half a basket of sour fruits and more than a dozen bird eggs.

The sour taro stalks have been marinated for so long, and the taste has already taken on a sour aroma. Even if it is not very sour, it should not be a big problem if it is supplemented with sour fruits.

Ren Heyin, the world-famous pickled fish on Earth, is planning to move to the beastman world.

The young orcs moved quickly, and when Ren He disappeared, they had already returned with a stone pound full of fish fillets and fish bones.

Qing didn't let Ren Heyin produce bird eggs, but took more than 30 bird eggs from the tribe. Under Ren Heyin's command, he marinated the fish fillets with salt, bird eggs, spice powder and ginger.

Ren Heyin enthusiastically instructed everyone to clean the large stone slabs, put the sour taro stalks on the stone slabs for dry frying, fry in clean water, then add spices, ginger, garlic, and fry in animal oil.

The sour smell soon rushed to the face, Ren Heyin put fish bones and animal bones over to fry, and when the water in the cooking pot and large stone pot was boiled, he poured the sour taro stalks and fish bones into the water and stewed.

These soups quickly turn milky white as the soup boils.

Everyone had eaten a meal just now, and now smelling this smell, many people couldn't help swallowing.

The water in the two cooking pots was boiled first, and the soup thickened, and the sour aroma permeated everywhere.

The soup is always gurgling, and the stew is rich and mellow.

Ren Heyin asked people to bring the boiled animal oil over, prepared ginger, garlic, minced spices, etc., and waited for the soup to be cooked.

Seeing that the heat was almost ready, Ren Heyin set fire to the oil on the stone slab, and when the oil was almost heated, he poured the fish fillets into the cooking pot.

The fillets turned white almost immediately when submerged in the scalding broth.

Eat fish fillets with sauerkraut until they are fresh and tender, and if you cook them, they will be old.

Ren Heyin's eyes lit up, and he felt like he was waving to the surroundings, saying hello, "Hurry up, hurry up! Come and eat, everyone, if you cook, you will grow old."

When everyone comes to line up with bowls and chopsticks, Ren Heyin sprinkles garlic leaves on top of the fish, and then scoops the oil on the slate into a spoon for the last step - pouring oil.

After a few sounds of "Zi La", the hot oil poured into the cooking pot, and the garlic leaves immediately turned greener and brighter, and a different fragrance also came up.

The children cheered and came over with bowls first.

Ren Heyin asked two older Asian orcs to cook, and he went to see the situation of the soup in the two big stone pots.

The big stone pot is full of heat conduction, and the pot is big. The soup is just starting to roll, and it has a charming sour aroma, but the fish fillets have not been put in so quickly.

The adults and children who tasted the fish fillets over there couldn't help exhaling and admiring while eating the fish fillets:

"Wow, it's delicious!"

"This fish is very fragrant and tender."

"It's the first time I've eaten this kind of fish that doesn't have any fishy smell."

"Yin, you are really amazing!"

"Brother Yin, will you be my partner when I grow up?" A little kid finished eating the fish fillets in the bowl, ran to Ren Heyin's feet, raised his head and asked.

Ren Heyin had a smile on his face, and before he could answer, someone had already refused for him, "Go, go, how old are you, let's talk about it when you grow up."

These big brothers and big sisters don't seem to be courting, so what's the fun with the little brats.

Qing came over with a bowl of fish fillets, and stuffed them into Ren Heyin's hands amidst laughter and laughter, "Yin, try it, today's fish fillets are very delicious."

Ren Heyin was not polite, and picked up the fish fillets with chopsticks to taste.

As soon as the fish fillet entered his mouth, he was also a little surprised.

He didn't know how many times he had cooked pickled fish, but this time it was the best one. The milky white soup was extremely mellow, the fish fillets were extremely smooth and tender, and there was no fishy smell at all. Overwhelm the guests.

The fish fillet tasted very fresh and very tender.

The most rare thing is that these fish fillets have no earthy smell, only indescribably delicious.

This is probably the top wild fish.

This was the most appetizing meal he had ever had in the orc world.

Compared with the stew last time, this time the cooking skills of the sauerkraut fish are more mature and the taste is better.

If it wasn't for the rudimentary surroundings, he could hardly believe that such delicious food was actually made in this almost primitive world.

In the end, he attributed the reason to the fact that the ingredients in this world are good, and the food is delicious even if it is simply processed.

After Ren Heyin finished eating, the soup in the big stone pot had almost thickened.

He used to ask people to heat up the oil, then put the fish fillets in the big stone pot, wait for the fish fillets to cook for a while, then put minced garlic and ginger on top, and start pouring the oil for the second time.

Everyone crowded around to watch, and when the oil was poured down, a strong and overbearing aroma came out.

The children immediately jumped with their bowls in their hands, "Uncle Bei, I want more!"

"Uncle Lin, I'm done eating too!"

"Go in line, don't crowd around."

The children had already finished eating one by two, and they were going to have a second round of fish fillets with clean empty bowls, and the teenagers drove them to line up.

Ren Heyin looked at them, with a smile on his face, and he said to Qing: "If you don't have enough food, you can actually put new fish fillets into the soup to cook."

Qing also laughed, "I don't think it's enough to eat. If they really let go, they can eat three times the amount."

After Qing finished speaking, she shouted to the orc not far away, "Duo, go and fillet some more fish, cook more today."

Duo waited for the eyes of the orcs to light up, poured all the fish fillets in the bowl into his mouth, and went without saying a word.

Ren Heyin said to the Asian orc man who was holding the fish fillets: "Uncle Bei, when you serve the fish fillets, put more fish fillets, and the sour taro stalks will be cooked a few more times."

Bei was waiting for a few Asian orcs who were serving dishes to respond with a smile, and when they fished again, they specially fished fish fillets for the children to eat.

Ren Heyin went to work again.

The sour taro stalks will not be sour enough after being boiled a few times, so he has to adjust the sour fruit juice, salt and other seasonings.

After cooking the fish fillets in the big stone pot, you need to add more water to boil to boil more soup, or the soup will not be enough later.

Bird eggs in the tribe are also continuously taken out to marinate fish meat, and salt, spice powder, and minced ginger and garlic are also put in it.

Everyone was busy while eating, and the smell of wet and hot fish was everywhere.

The snow was still piling up on the mountain and by the river, and the light reflected from the snow was shining brightly everywhere without lighting a torch.

Today seems to be a holiday, everyone eats very late, in the end you have a bowl, I have a bowl, even the soup is finished.

It was Ren Heyin who was afraid that these people would be stunned, so he specially invited the old Asian orcs to boil a large stone pot of hot tea. If anyone was thirsty, they could drink some hot water.

The weather was too cold in winter, and Ren Heyin always felt that raw water was not safe, so he began to boil hot water to drink when he could.

Everyone in the tribe followed suit, and now they are used to drinking boiled water.

They also specially made three large wooden barrels with lids to hold the boiled tea. Whenever you want to drink tea, you can go to the wooden barrels to scoop it, which is very convenient.

The carnival lasted in the middle of the night, and the whole tribe got up late.

Ren Heyin also got up late, and didn't get up until the sun rose.

He got dressed and went out to watch. Everyone was yawning and waiting for breakfast. The bright white sunlight gave everyone a sense of light and harmony, and they looked very comfortable.

As soon as Ren Heyin went, many people's eyes lit up, especially the young people and children, they didn't care about the sleepiness, they all ran over to surround Ren Heyin, and asked excitedly:

"Yin, when is the time to pound the fish?"

"Yin, let's catch fish for you."

"What are you going to prepare? Let's prepare."

"Do you still eat pickled fish today?"

Ren Heyin listened intently, they were talking nonsense, Ren Heyin replied one by one, "I'll go after breakfast, I won't eat pickled fish today, eat something new."

"Do you just eat the pounded fish?"

Ren Heyin smiled, "Yes, we eat that, but it's not pounded fish meat, it's fish balls, you will know when I make it."

The young orcs and sub-orcs didn't quite understand what the fish ball was, and they all surrounded him and walked forward, "There's no need to wait for breakfast, we can go now."

Seeing that they couldn't wait, Ren Heyin smiled, "Then please divide into three groups, one group will find out all the wooden basins in the tribe and clean them, and the other group will take out the remaining bird eggs, and then take two more baskets. Spices, ten baskets of Chinese yam, and the rest of us will wash the ginger and garlic, and we will prepare the seasoning first."

Taking advantage of yesterday's search opportunity, he specifically looked up how to make fish balls.

Fish balls can be found in various places, and there is no special secret recipe. It mainly depends on the raw materials and the strength of the fish.

The raw materials are good, and the pounded fish is qualified. No matter how it is made, it is fresh, tender and sweet.

Qing walked over with another taller sub-orc man, "Shall we start pounding fish now?"

"No." Ren Heyin smiled, "Make preparations first."

Ren Heyin agreed with Qing and the others that they would use materials and tools from the tribe to poach some fish with manpower, and that they would give the tribe [-]% of the finished product, and he would get [-]% for himself.

Originally, Qing and Han were only willing to ask for [-]%.Ren Heyin wanted to take care of the tribe, saying that he couldn't eat so much himself, so he set this share ratio.

Qing nodded, and ordered: "That's fine too, Duo, you take people to wash the wooden basin. Yuan, you take people to fetch bird eggs, spices, and yam. Mu, you take the rest of the people to follow Yin."

These three are all young men with high prestige in the tribe. Duo and Yuan are all orcs, Yuan is the son of Wu Gu, and Mu is a handsome and tall sub-orc, and he has no partner yet.

Knowing that Qing was cultivating them, Ren Heyin smiled and signaled them to separate the people among themselves, while he took Mu and other sub-orcs to clean the ginger and garlic.

Later, the tribe dug up a lot of ginger and garlic, and now they don't worry about raw materials.

They went to wash vegetables in the vegetable washing ditch dug specially by the river.

The ditch has been frozen long ago, and now it has to be opened again, so that the water under it can slowly flow.

Now the sun has risen quite high, and the sun shines on their backs, bringing a little warmth.

The weather was still cold, and the water was freezing cold.

Ren Heyin and Mu took the lead in putting the wooden basket full of ginger into the ditch, shaking it vigorously, and using the friction between the ginger and the water flow to wash the ginger initially.

After washing this side, you have to wash it carefully. You need to break the ginger and clean the soil in the gap.

This step must be washed by hand. Ren Heyin took the lead to demonstrate by putting ginger into the water, "The ginger needs to be broken apart, like this—"

He held a large piece of ginger in his hand, and broke it into pieces with a crisp sound, "This kind of ginger needs to be broken apart to clean the mud inside. There are bug holes here, and they should be dug out with his nails. Just wash it, it's very simple." Yes, are there any more questions?"

The sub-orcs of their tiger, lion, and leopard tribe's fingernails are sharper than a knife, and they don't need to find any other tools, which is very convenient.

Mu shook his head, "No problem."

He was the first to take out a roughly rinsed piece of ginger from the basket, and cleaned it by the ditch.

The rest of the sub-orcs couldn't say anything, and they all took ginger and lined up by the ditch to clean it carefully.

It's just that the water is too cold. After washing for a while, many people put their hands in the hollows of their knees and squatted on the ground waiting for their hands to relax.

Seeing them like this, Ren Heyin comforted him, "If it's cold, go to the fire for a while, and then wash after warming up."

One of the sub-orcs flattened his mouth, his eyes were red, "It's useless to warm the fire, the water is too cold."

Mu frowned slightly, "It's cold and you have to work, Dad and the others just get up at dawn to wash the pots, wash the vegetables and cook?"

Hearing his stern tone, everyone lowered their heads and dared not speak.

Ren Heyin looked at the sassy Asian orc man, smiled, and continued to wash with his head down.

There are a lot of them, and the ginger and garlic are washed in a short while.

Two by two baskets carrying ginger and garlic to the tribe.

The other two groups of people who wash wooden basins and yams have returned. The beasts washed by the ditch, while they went to wash by the river. They also washed quickly and well, especially the yams, which had been peeled and cleaned and put on It's in the basket.

Seeing this, Ren Heyin was quite satisfied, and smiled at Chao Yuan.

The tall young orc blushed for a moment, his eyes dodged and he did not dare to meet Ren Heyin's eyes.

Ren Heyin was amused in his heart, but he didn't dare to smile at him, but turned his head to check the situation of other raw materials.

The tribal orcs have always been well protected by the orcs, and their personalities are relatively delicate, especially the young sub-orcs.

Compared with the sub-orcs, the orcs' work here is much more efficient. More than [-] large wooden basins, [-] baskets of bird eggs, spices, yam, etc. have been washed clean.

Ren Heyin checked it again, and said with a smile: "Let's have breakfast first, and work after eating."

The grown-up orcs and sub-orcs in the tribe had almost eaten, Han asked: "Let's catch fish first, is it like yesterday, only fish."

Ren Heyin nodded, "Yes, peel off the fish head, tail and fins, scrape off the scales, peel off the fish skin, and put the fish pieces aside, and rinse them off when they may be stored."

Han: "OK."

He waved his hand to take people to work, Ren Heyin remembered, and hurriedly added, "Don't throw the swim bladder, please put it aside for me, I will be useful later."

Fish maw can be used to make fish maw, and fish in the river weigh more than ten to twenty kilograms, which is enough for drying fish maw.

Fish maw is very good for wound recovery. From a certain point of view, it can be regarded as a medicinal material. Whether people in the tribe go out to collect or hunt, the chance of injury is not small. If you put some fish maw in the sun, you may use it at any time.

Han nodded to show that he understood.

Qing asked on the side: "How do you use the yam, ginger, garlic, etc.? Do you want to pound it?"

"Yes, just smash them together and put them in a basin. This is the seasoning."

There should be some starch in the pounded fish balls, which is more refreshing. They don't have any starch here, so they can barely replace it with some Chinese yam.

Qing smiled, "You guys have breakfast first, and I'll take people to pound Huaishan first."

The main force working in the tribe is Han and Qing, a group of middle-aged people.

Ren Heyin didn't refuse, he had to eat something quickly and cook fish balls later.

The gray-haired Asian orc man smiled and served him a bowl of soup with yam and meat, "Yin, what can we do?"

"Uncle, please wait for everyone to wash the cooking pots and stone pots after breakfast, and boil some water later. I want to cook." Ren Heyin thought for a while, and then said: "I still need a spoon. That's enough."

The old man Yashou nodded kindly, "Okay, no problem."

"By the way, I still have to wash the baskets, which will be used to pack the finished fish balls later."

"Okay, let's go wash."

The weather was cold, while Ren Heyin was speaking, the soup in the bowl was almost cold.

He huffed and poured the food into his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it, and went to wash the dishes.

The old Asian orc man hurriedly shouted, "Don't eat more?"

Ren Heyin waved his hand: "No need, I'm full."

He went to wash his own bowl, and then went to Qing's side to see how the seasoning was pounding.

Qing has always been reliable. Ren Heyin only prepared so many materials, and he added them in proportion. Huaishan was the main ingredient.

When Ren Heyin came to see, Qing had already prepared five large pots of yam pulp.

If they have a stone mill here, it will be faster with a stone mill.

They didn't make stone mills before, but it's too troublesome to do it now, so they can barely replace it with stone pounding.

Seeing him coming, Qing wiped the sweat off her forehead and asked, "Is this okay?"

Ren Heyin carefully scooped up the yam pulp in the wooden basin and looked at it, nodded, "Yes. Actually, you can pound it thicker, and you will have to pound it with the fish later."

Qing nodded, "I see."

Then he raised the big stone pestle and took the lead in pounding the yam pulp.

Qing and Han had a very high status in the tribe. Ren Heyin had observed that the two of them did everything by themselves, and being the head of the clan didn't gain any benefits for themselves, but put even more effort into it.

Ren Heyin admired them both.

It is because of their selflessness that the cohesion in the tribe is so strong.

The yam pulp is almost ready, and the fish meat by the river has been piled up as high as the hill.

Duo and the others couldn't wait, and asked several times, "Yin, are you ready? Can you pound the fish?"

"Okay, you go and bring some baskets of fish over here."

Duo and the others went excitedly, and after a while, six baskets of cleaned fish were brought in.

Ren Heyin didn't let them wash the stone pound, and directly poured the fish meat into the stone pound, poured most of the stone pound, and then scooped yam pulp into the big stone pound, and added a few spoonfuls of salt, "The fish is ready, it can be pounded , just pound it into a paste."

Qing and a few sub-orc men raised the big stone pestle to continue pounding.

Duo and the others rushed forward, "Father, let's come."

Qing smiled, wiped off her sweat and went to the side to rest.

The diameter of the stone pestle was more than two meters, and the huge stone pestle was swung vigorously, hitting the fish one after another.

The fish was quickly smashed into surimi.

The orcs who pounded fish changed a group and continued sweating profusely.

Ren Heyin watched from the sidelines, and when the orc who pounded fish was tired and wanted to change again, Ren Heyin hurriedly said: "It's ok."

These fish pastes have no particles at all and have become fluid.

Ren Heyin saw that the fish was almost cooked, so he asked the old Asian orcs to start boiling water.

The fish meat is pounded into fish paste, scooped into a basin, and carried to the side of the big stone pot.

The water in the big stone pot has boiled, and there are bursts of mist.

Ren Heyin taught Qing and other tribal orcs to cook fish balls. The Asian orcs first washed their hands with the bath fruit, and followed Ren Heyin to scoop fish balls in front of the big stone pot.

Scooping fish balls is very simple, just grab a handful of fish paste and squeeze it in loose hands, then use a spoon to scoop out the extruded balls, put them in hot water and boil them into shapes.

Ren Heyin's boiled fish balls do not pursue a perfect circle, ellipse, or irregularity. As long as they can form a ball, Ren Heyin will judge them to be a teacher.

There were more fish in the river than anyone could have imagined. The orcs only caught the big fish and threw the small ones back. Even so, the pieces of fish still piled up on the river like hills.

Whether orcs or sub-orcs, adults or children in the tribe, they all got busy as much as they could.

The big stone pot was occupied, and there was no pot for cooking at noon, and the tribe ate the long-lost barbecue again. Everyone didn't choose, and each person had a few pieces of meat to fill their stomachs hastily, and then went to work.

They were busy until the afternoon, and they took turns to make all the fish meat into fish balls before the sun went down.

The fish balls are packed in wooden baskets, which are full of 160 three baskets!

This is a harvest like never before!

Adults and children looked at these wooden baskets with shock in their eyes.

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After the fish balls were finished, everyone was exhausted. Looking at the fish balls piled up on the open space like a hill, I felt a little more excited and proud.

Ya, who is in charge of cooking with the Asian orcs today, asked everyone for their opinions, "Everyone is tired, should we eat taro in broth today?"

When he asked, a young Asian orc man immediately acted coquettishly, "I've been eating for five days straight, why don't I change it to something else?"

"Then—to eat barbecue?"

A small voice protested, "I'm so tired, I don't want to eat barbecue."

There was too much snow outside, and the whole tribe hadn't gone hunting or gathering for many days. Everyone ate the food stored in the tribe, and they ate just a few things.

Ya was a little embarrassed, but he continued to change the menu with a good temper.

Qingzheng wanted to smooth things over, but Ren Heyin suggested, "Why don't we eat fish balls at night, just to taste the taste of the fish balls we made by ourselves."

When he said this, everyone became curious, "Are the fish balls delicious?"

"It's delicious, we used to eat it often."

"How do you eat this? Do you cook it? Or eat it straight?"

"Have the fish balls been cooked?"

"I ate one just now, and it tasted a bit strange."

Hearing the last sentence, Ren Heyin laughed and said, "There is yam juice in it, so it probably wasn't cooked when you ate it, so it's strange that it tastes good."

Everyone laughed immediately.

The wheat-colored face of the orc who said the smell was strange suddenly flushed, and he hid behind his companion in embarrassment.

Ren Heyin explained: "This food needs to be boiled again, and it tastes good when dipped in sauce. Aren't there still many fish heads and bones on the river? Please, if anyone has time, give me ten fish heads and ten fish backbones. I use it to make soup, and I will use fish soup to cook fish balls later.”

An orc in the crowd immediately said: "I'm going now, do you want to deal with it?"

"Yes." Ren He smiled faintly, "It's best to cut it open for me."

The sub-orc man's claws are not that sharp, and the strength is not that strong, so it is more difficult to tear the fish head and fish spine.

When the orcs heard what he said, they left in response.

The Asian orcs looked at Ren Heyin expectantly, waiting for him to assign tasks.

Ren Heyin smiled, "I need a basket of shredded ginger, a basket of minced garlic, twenty sour fruits, a small half of a basket of mushrooms, and a small half of a basket of minced meat with fat.

"No problem." Some sub-orcs went with them.

Qing came over to help Ren Heyin, carrying the barbecue slate they used to brush it.

The middle of this stone slab is hollowed out, a bit like a stone pot, but much shallower than the stone pot, and the average depression is only four to five centimeters.

This stone slab was chiseled, and the thinnest part is only two or three centimeters. It conducts heat fairly quickly. It has been used in the tribe for a long time, and there is no sign of cracking yet.

Ren Heyin liked this stone slab the most, and he made up his mind that if he could find suitable materials next year, he would definitely ask people from the tribe to make one for him.

The stone slabs were cleaned, and the fish heads and bones were brought back.

Ren Heyin fried it with animal oil, then divided it into two and put it into the big stone pot.

There are a lot of fish balls to be cooked today, and only this kind of food is cooked. The cooking pot is too small, so I don’t use it for the time being.

The stone pot was originally filled with soup for cooking fish balls, but now there is no need to pour out the soup and re-boil the water, just fry the fish heads and bones, put them down and simmer slowly.

The fish here is extremely fresh and of good quality.

Add shredded ginger to the fish head and fish bones, fry it for a while, put it in a stone pot and simmer on high heat. After a while, the stone pot gurgles and boils again, and the soup gradually turns milky white.

A delicious taste floated out of the pot, not very rich, but very warm, floating everywhere, bringing a sense of comfort to people.

The light of the fire shone on Ren Heyin's face, and he was in a daze for a moment, feeling like he was having a picnic.

"Yin, the ginger, garlic and mushrooms are ready." An enthusiastic voice brought Ren Heyin back to his senses. He looked back and saw that Yazheng was expecting him to fry the sauce, so he couldn't help but lower his head and smile.

He's going to fry two sauces today—a sour fruit ragu and a mushroom ragu.

He deliberately put a lot of oil, and also put a lot of minced ginger and garlic. The animal oil in the stone pot was bubbling, with the aroma of minced ginger, garlic and other spices.

Ren Heyin methodically added various ingredients, such as sour fruit, minced meat, spice powder, fruit pulp used as sugar... After frying, scoop some fish soup and cook it for a while.

The same goes for the mushroom ragù.

After a while, the sauce was fried, and the overbearing aroma spread everywhere in the cold wind, making people's stomach scream.

Ren Heyin put the mushroom meat sauce in the big wooden basin prepared in advance, and walked over to see how the soup was cooking.

The sub-orc man who was burning the fire raised his head under the stove and smiled at Ren He, "Yin, according to what you said, it has been boiled with a big fire. Are you watching?"

"It's almost there, the soup is already very fragrant." Ren Heyin smiled and called Ya who was not far away, "Ya, you can bring the fish balls."

"Okay, here we come." Ya and another Asian orc man came over with a large basket of fish balls, and Ren Heyin signaled them to pour the fish balls into the pot to cook, "Pour half of the pot, don't let the soup overflow."

Ya immediately scooped up the fish balls with a large wooden spoon and put them into the pot. Ren Heyin watched him move, felt that it was almost done, and hurriedly called to stop, "It's ok, just pour this much for now, let's talk about it after cooking this pot."

Ya hugged the basket and poured it into another stone pot.

Ren Heyin turned his head and asked the suborc man who was boiling water in a clay pot, "How is the water?"

The sub-orc man showed a simple smile, "It will be fine soon."

The children next to them were too greedy to stand still. The fish balls were not ready yet, so they lined up obediently holding their own bowls, waiting for the first pot to try.

Ren Heyin comforted them, "Wait a little longer, it will be fine soon."

The fish balls are boiled to shape, but they are already half-cooked. Now it is very fast to cook again. The soup is boiled again, and it can be eaten after a little cooking.

"Fish balls are ready." Ren Heyin turned his head and shouted, signaling that everyone can bring bowls over to eat.

Ya hurriedly shouted to the orcs and sub-orcs who were sitting and chatting at the foot of the mountain: "The fish balls are ready, you can eat them."

"okay!"

"I'm coming."

"The soup is delicious, and the fish balls smell really good."

"Hurry up and line up, don't dawdle."

Everyone lined up to get bowls, everyone with a smile on their faces, craned their necks to look into the pot.

Ren Heyin helped to fish the fish balls, teaching them to eat while catching them, "It is best to eat the original soup fish balls for the first time, don't put anything, just eat fish balls and soup. When you eat the second bowl, you can go over there and scoop some sauce Put only fish balls in the bowl, don’t scoop the soup, just dip the fish balls into the sauce and eat.”

"Yin, are the two pots of sauce the same?"

"It's different. The pot next to the fire is sour fruit sauce, and the pot not near the fire is mushroom sauce. It depends on which one you like, and you can try both."

The children answered the fastest, "Got it!"

Their big eyes flickered, staring at the stone pot and couldn't move their eyes.

Ren Heyin was agile in his hands and feet, and scooped five fish balls by himself with a smile while answering.

The children who scooped up the fish balls first obediently went to the side to eat.

As soon as the fish balls were in the mouth, all the children didn't have time to talk. They saw small mouths wriggling quickly, and their eyes were extremely bright. They looked towards the stone pot while eating, fearing that the fish balls would disappear after a while.

Seeing this, Ya laughed and said, "A bunch of brats with big eyes and small bellies."

His son Xi was also in the crowd, and his little mouth moved very fast.

Xi heard this, and ran over with his calves chewing the fish balls, holding the bowl in his arms, picked up a fish ball, held it up in front of him eagerly, and said vaguely: "Daddy, eat."

"Eat it yourself, Dad will eat it later."

Before bud's partner came over, "I'll scoop it up for you, you go eat."

Ya smiled, "No, you guys eat first."

Qing came to take over He Yin's shift, and chased him away: "Yin, you've been busy all day, you go eat too."

"It's okay, everyone has been busy all day, I'll watch first." Ren Heyin smiled at him, and then said to another person at the other side of the stone pot: "When scooping up the meatballs, don't scoop out the fish heads and fish bones, just put them in Let them simmer slowly in the bottom, and we will cook another pot later."

"Row."

The big stone pot is as big as seven people standing on the side of the pot at the same time scooping up the fish balls, and they scooped up the fish balls in a while.

There are more than 300 people in the tribe. Ren Heyin watched them finish the first pot, and immediately asked people to add water and fish balls to cook the second pot.

Basically, when the second pot was being cooked, everyone could taste the fish balls. The old people ate a few fish balls, and came over to replace Ren Heyin and Ya with a few young Asian orcs, and asked them to eat next to them.

Ren Heyin wiped his hands, picked up a bowl of fish balls, and asked with a smile, "Are the fish balls delicious?"

The old man who took his hand nodded and said with a smile: "It's delicious, I've never eaten such a delicious fish, you go and taste it, it's sweet and refreshing, it's indescribably delicious."

Ren Heyin also laughed, after eating fish balls for so many years, it was the first time he ate the original version.

As soon as the fish balls entered his mouth, he was a little surprised.

I don’t know if the fish here are pure wild fish, and there is no pollution. The taste is very good. I didn’t taste the fishy smell when I ate the boiled fish yesterday, and I didn’t taste it today. There is only an indescribable deliciousness lingering in the mouth. inside.

No wonder Ren Heyin knows that fish and sheep are rare.

Perhaps because of the addition of yam paste, the fish balls are not only delicious, but also very springy. When you bite down, the fish balls are chewed, as if countless small fish are bouncing in your mouth. The taste is wonderful.

Ren Heyin gasped, squinted his eyes and ate the fish balls, one bite at a time, but in the blink of an eye, the fish balls in the bowl were all eaten.

After eating these few fish balls, it wasn't enough for him to stuff his teeth, so without saying a word, he immediately turned back and queued up for another bowl.

When he called back this time, he scooped up the sour meat sauce and dipped the fish balls into the sauce.

Empty fish balls are one taste, dipped in sour meat sauce is another taste.

The sour meat sauce is a bit like tomato sauce, but the taste is much stronger than tomato sauce. The fish balls dipped in the sauce are sour, fresh and fragrant. Except for the almost spicy taste, everything else is perfect.

Sitting on a wooden chair, Qing saw him eating standing up and waved to him, beckoning him to come and sit down.

Ren Heyin was also unrestrained, ran over with the bowl in his arms, sat down next to Qing, and listened to the sub-orcs chatting.

An Asian orc man next to him moved to give him a seat, and when he came to sit, he did not forget to praise him, "Yin, the fish balls you made are really delicious."

"Yin, you are really capable. I never imagined that fish can taste like this."

"It's not entirely my credit. Fish balls are the best.