All human beings watch my farming

A plump tenderloin was placed on a stone slab.

Lin Shuo washed his hands, first rubbed, kneaded, beat, and removed the fishy smell with the marinated meat. After repeatedly kneading the meat, cut it into pieces, skewered it with tree branches, and evenly roasted it on the edge of the fire pit.

He took out a small brush from the pocket of his apron and continued to smear the grilling ingredients on the skewers while turning them.

The outside of the barbecue gradually becomes crispy, showing an attractive color under the action of the sauce. The delicious gravy is locked inside the large piece of barbecue, and the sparkling oil shines as the skewers are turned.

"Zi-"

A drop of fat dripped from the skewer and quickly melted into the flames.The orange-red flame shot upwards, and a few bright sparks were swept up by the wind, and together with the delicious, domineering, and aggressive barbecue aroma, it spread to all directions and exploded.

"Gudong." At this moment, the tribe swallowed one after another.

"You," Lin Shuo was busy turning over the skewers, and ordered backwards without looking back.

"What are you doing?" Feng pressed hard on his rumbling stomach, frowning bravado.

Lin Shuo could hear the difference in his tone and didn't care.He pointed at a piece of fat and thin pork belly and said, "Give me a piece of it."

Feng didn't jump this time, because of some indescribable awkwardness in his heart, he sliced ​​the meat so thin and well that it was almost transparent.

"Give you."

"Not bad." Lin Shuo praised casually, and directed: "Put this slate on the fire for me."

The pork belly was slightly curled up on the hot bluestone slab, the fat above it became almost transparent, and the light yellow oil dripped out, flowing on the slate, and seeping into the rough texture of the stone.

The meat is very thin and cooked in no time. Lin Shuo spread a layer of barbecue sauce, sprinkled a handful of cumin powder casually, picked up a piece of meat with a twig, and said to the wind, "Open your mouth, ah."

"Why?" Feng said awkwardly, "I'm not a brat who hasn't been weaned yet, I still need someone to feed me..."

Before the words finished, the roasted pork belly was firmly stuffed into his mouth.Lin Shuo smiled and asked him, "Is it delicious?"

"..." His cheeks moved, and Feng wanted to fight to the death, but suddenly saw the eyes of other people in the tribe, especially the few companions who joined the hunting team with him.

There was a green light in their eyes that only beasts have, their Adam's apple moved up and down, and they even wiped the bright saliva from the corners of their mouths with their clothes, and they were about to go crazy with hunger.

"...just force it." Feng said, for fear that he would be beaten to death by the rest of the hunting team if he disagreed with Lin Shuo again.

The meat of the beast itself is delicious and tough, and it complements each other even better with the secret sauce. The rich smell explodes in the mouth, and the feeling that every taste bud is soothed makes Feng widen his eyes in surprise.

The mouth is first occupied by the strong and domineering aroma of cumin, and then, cumin, cloves, nutmeg, star anise, and ginger are lingering with the fresh aroma of the meat itself, and the taste stimulation brought by these spices gradually After the tide ebbs, the last touch of sweetness in the sauce surges to the heart from the tip of the tongue, lingering for a long time, making people intoxicated.

"Sweet, like honey."

Feng secretly licked the corner of his mouth where Lin Shuo couldn't see, showing a look of enjoyment.

Lin Shuo: "Ask again, is it delicious?"

Feng: "It's really fragrant."

It took him a second to realize what he had said. Seeing Lin Shuo's half-smiling eyes, Feng wished to punch himself to death.

"You heard it wrong! I didn't say it! It's not delicious!"

"..." The people around who wanted to eat but couldn't eat immediately stared at Feng, they didn't know how to be blessed in the blessing, they wished to take this kid out and beat him up.

wind:"……"

The little wolf cub is quite cute when he is not against him, Lin Shuo glanced at Feng, and rescued him with his blushing face: "Okay, wipe your mouth clean, and come and divide the meat for me."

He put the roasted pork belly into a beautiful chrysanthemum on the stone plate, and asked casually, "Is there any lettuce?"

"lettuce?"

"It's the vegetable leaves that are eaten with barbecue..."

Seeing that people in the tribe, no matter how old or young, showed disgust after hearing this, Lin Shuo stopped: "Forget it, you can eat like this."

What kind of meat and vegetable combination are you talking about with a group of carnivores?

"Line up, children come first."

With the permission of their ancestors, the cubs rushed forward alive and kicking, eager to grab Lin Shuo.

Feng pushed them away disgustedly: "Be careful, with his small body, he is still not crushed to death by you..."

Lin Shuo glanced at Feng, and he shut up.

Seeing that the wind was suffocating, the little boys winked at him happily. They didn't think it was too hot. They grabbed the meat with their hands and stuffed it into their mouths, and made rainbow farts along the way——

"Ancestor, the meat you grilled is really delicious, but it's too little, not enough to fit between the teeth."

"As soon as I smell the fragrance, my stomach growls. It's a pity that my ancestor gave the first piece of meat to Feng. Do you like Feng the most, ancestor?"

"What's so good about the wind? Don't like him, like me. When I grow up, I will be more fierce than the wind."

Feng: "Shut up! Your thighs are not as thick as my arms!"

The little brat, who was fighting for favor with the wind, made a funny face at him, took a piece of meat in each of his left and right hands, and slid up the tree, smoother than a loach.He rode on a tree branch and said, "Ancestor, I now believe that you are specially roasting meat for the tribe. After eating your roasted meat, I think I can kill a Triceratops with one punch."

Lin Shuo glanced at the upper right corner, and the task completion rate increased again. He was proud of it, and said casually: "What is this? I used to cook better food for other ancestors in the tribe. You can't think of it."

"Take this skewer as an example. When the ancestors ate skewers, they had to bring ten catties of lean meat skewers first, without a little fat on them, then ten catties of fatty meat skewers, without any lean meat on them, and finally Another ten catty inch golden cartilage skewers, crunchy and crunchy in every bite... I won't talk about other fat and lean meat tendons, secret grilled tendons, you don't understand..."

The children and grandchildren who were greedy for a few pieces of pork belly had never seen the world, and cried with envy for the luxurious life of their ancestors, and tears flowed from the corners of their mouths.

"What kind of life did the ancestors live..."

"Days of the gods." Lin Shuo put the grilled skewers on the slate, sprinkled cumin powder and distributed them to everyone, "Come on, one skewer per person, there is not enough."

Feng's string was handed to him by Lin Shuo himself. He stretched out his hand, and deliberately retracted his hand when Feng reached out to pick it up. He looked into his eyes and asked, "Do you believe my identity now?"

"... Believe me, believe me." Feng Chiren had a short mouth, afraid that Lin Shuo would reach out to feed him again, and tiptoed to grab it.He is shameless?

"Just believe it." Lin Shuo smiled, stuffed the meat into Feng's hands in a complicated mood, turned and left.

Feng: "..." That's it? !

"System, what is the current task completion level?"

【310. 】

"Why is there still one person missing?"

【有延迟……好了。310点1、310点2、310点3……】

"..." Lin Shuo almost fell to the ground, why is there a decimal point?

He turned to look at the wind resentfully.

Feng also couldn't explain why he felt a little bit lost in his heart. He opened his mouth, tore off a piece of meat with his sharp canine teeth, and chewed carefully. Suddenly, the little boy who claimed to be his ancestor came over and squeezed his bulging cheeks hard.

Lin Shuo: "Little white-eyed wolf." Bai fed you so much good meat.

wind:"???"

He saw Lin Shuo turned around and left again, ran to Yan's side, and said casually, "Yan, don't you think this ancestor is a bit strange?"

Yan asked: "What's strange?"

"He is weak, white, and weak. He doesn't look like a member of our tribe at all."

Yan: "It's normal. The ancestor lived many years ago. His tribe at that time must be different from ours now."

Feng: "But..."

Yan: "Don't worry, Wu has confirmed it. Wu is the person who knows the most things in our tribe, and he will definitely not make a mistake."

Yan Jianfeng still had something to say, and said earnestly: "Feng, I know you are not convinced. But the ancestors are the source of our totem power and the barrier to protect the tribe from the invasion of wild beasts. You must respect your ancestors like you respect your father. Love him like you love your eyeball. The ancestors who came to our tribe at this time must have seen the suffering the tribe had suffered and came to save us specially."

The rest of the hunting team kept nodding, obviously agreeing with Yan's statement, and said one after another: "With the blessing of our ancestors, we will be able to recover from the disaster soon and live and work in peace and contentment on this land."

"Yes, thank the ancestors for coming."

"May the ancestors continue to bless us."

Feng: "..." Stupid!

He bit his lower lip dejectedly.

Could it be... the ancestor is really a little boy who can't even pierce the skin of dark clouds and black thorns?

The tall, mighty, fierce beast ancestors he had worshiped for so many years, did they just disappear?

"Ah, what's going on?" Feng scratched his hair in confusion.

At this moment, Wu suddenly appeared from behind him, as if he had listened to Feng and Yan's conversation just now.He smiled and said, "Feng, you have had the most contact with the ancestors, what do you think of the ancestors?"

"How about what?"

"Just tell me how you feel about your ancestors. Say whatever you want."

Feng thought for a while, and said seriously: "The ancestor... he can't hold a knife, and pinching people is like scratching an itch. I feel like I can defeat him with just one finger."

Wu: "..." Who asked you this?

"Forget it, I'll talk to Yan, you can go and play."

Wu took a bite of the skewer in his mouth, and said, "It's delicious, it's delicious. I don't know what good ingredients are in it. I have lived in the wild forest all my life, and I have never eaten such delicious food. There are definitely no witches from the previous generation, the previous generation, and the previous generation."

"It's all thanks to the ancestors..."

Feng stood there, his mind was full of ancestors—his appearance was different from that of the people in the tribe, his delicate and weird clothes, his chic and neat movements when he was grilling meat, a flash of light flashed on his chest when he was walking...

and many more!

The wind suddenly grabbed Wu's clothes.

Wu and Yan were talking, and Yan said: "Wu, I did as you said, so that everyone should stop doubting the identity of the ancestor, but... Feng, what's wrong?"

"Wu," Feng said, "I remembered something...I seem to see a knife in the arms of the ancestor."

"What's so strange about putting a knife on your body? Didn't you put it too?"

"That knife...is unlike any knife I've seen before."

"Oh?" Wu became interested: "Tell me carefully, what kind of knife is it?"