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Qi Su stood at the entrance of a slightly higher cave in the middle of the mountain range.

As far as the eye can see, as far as the eye can see, there are vast forests and seas in the distance, turbulent trees and waves, and strong winds blowing by, bringing intermittent roars and hoarse cries.

Looking to the right, a wide river stretches towards the end of the sky. The river flows slowly, smooth as a mirror, and the sun sprinkles thousands of pieces of gold.

The mountains and forests are beautiful, surrounded by big rivers, take a deep breath, and even the air has the unique smell of vegetation.

Qi Su had been standing here for a long time, and the whistling mountain wind made his curly hair dance wildly.

Roar--

Above the forest in front, a huge beast flew across the sky.

Its head was almost as big as half of Qi Su's body.

The skin is gray-black, with jagged white teeth in the mouth, and a huge meat membrane between the front paw and the back paw, which can fly like a bird.

It was not a bird, but a flying reptile—a pterosaur.

The pterosaur, a close relative of the prehistoric overlord dinosaur, he had only seen in popular science pictures in the library before, but today he appeared alive in front of his eyes, and this is already the No.13 that flew past today.

On the ground, the huge herbivorous dragon occasionally walks slowly with the steps of shaking the ground.

If he was not very sure that he was caught by the neck of the zombies and there was no possibility of surviving, Qi Su would have thought that someone threw him to the Jurassic Park filming scene.

After standing all morning, feeling chilled by the mountain wind, he finally confirmed a fact.

He really traveled through time, to the prehistoric primitive society where the soup was not even salted.

As for how he knew that primitive people did not put salt in their soup, that is another sad story.

He woke up in the haystack in the cave, to be precise, he was awakened by stimulation.

At that time, he was fed a bowl of very fatty broth that scratched his throat. What was even more uncomfortable was that there was not a grain of salt in the bowl of broth.

The first time he woke up, he saw that the man in front of him had shaggy and fried hair full of mud and grass leaves, and he felt that something was wrong.

In the modern society that has been civilized for nearly a hundred years, even if it is spread by the virus, no one can bear to be dirty like this. They can barely cover their bodies with a grass skirt around their waists.

goo—

Just when Qi Su was immersed in the sadness of crossing, his stomach suddenly rumbled. Before, he really thought that the growling from hunger was just a joke, but this time he experienced it.

Whether it is modern or primitive society, people have to live.

To live, one must eat naturally.

Alas, Qi Su let out a long sigh, and went back into the cave.

This cave is about [-] to [-] square meters. To be precise, it should be a wide rock gap, because the edge is wet and occasionally drips water.

Beast skins can be seen everywhere, stone bowls bigger than the head, surrounded by thick stone pots,

That can't be called a pot, it should be called a tripod, but it has no legs.

A fire was burning under the stone pot, and the pot was stewed with broth, and white mist was rising.

Qi Su glanced at it, and there was at least a finger-thick layer of oil floating on the surface of the soup. This is definitely a solid, conscientious oil soup, and those who can drink it are really brave.

Qi Su asked himself that he was not a warrior, but an ordinary person who awakened the power of a little plant after the end of the world, and he really couldn't drink it.

He fumbled in several pockets, and finally found a small cloth bag in his coat pocket.

In the last days, abilities that can be used in combat are the most popular, and plant abilities, especially those like him that can only produce a pot of bean sprouts, are almost equivalent to not having awakening abilities.

Only when everyone forgets to bring seasonings when cooking, he has the opportunity to produce a handful of seasonings to contribute to improving the team's food level.

Qi Su carefully opened the small cloth bag, only a piece of garlic and a piece of ginger, which he had brought with him for emergencies, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

But it doesn't seem to be particularly gratifying to use it in this environment.

The ginger and garlic were shaken out, and a small packet of salt was also shaken out by the way.

Qi Su walked slowly to the side of the stone pot and squatted down.

Brother Yuan was stirring in the pot with something like a wooden stick, when he saw Qi Su squatting over, he groaned a few times, probably asking him what he was doing?

Qi Su was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he really didn't have the time to communicate with each other. He just broke off a small piece of ginger and garlic to save seeds, and saved some salt, and threw the rest into the stone pot.

After throwing it away, he remembered to see the reaction of Big Brother Yuan, and added something to the food without saying a word, so he wouldn't be kicked out.

After staring at it for a while, Qi Su found that there was no response at all.

And he noticed that when the original big brother was stirring, he knocked off the edge of the stone pot.

Seeing that big piece of stone fell into the pot, Brother Yuan didn't even blink his eyes, still stirring like a mountain.

Well, he misjudged the mind of primitive man.

According to this situation, as long as he doesn't overturn the pot, let alone throw a little ginger and garlic, or throw a stone as big as a washbasin, everyone will continue his great business of cooking meat.

goo—

chatter--

The white soup in the pot was tumbling, and the pieces of meat were constantly rising up. Occasionally, a few large bones could be seen being stirred up, and his stomach was growling.

Qi Su felt that this was not going to work. The louder the duet played, the hungrier it was, so he had to divert his attention.

"Hey, Brother Yuan, my name is Qi Su, what's your name?"

"Wow?"

What answered him was two monosyllables, strange like the roar of a beast.

Qi Su felt that these two syllables were probably not the name of the other party, and the other party probably didn't even understand what he said.

He showed his patience in learning to use supernatural powers, and nodded his chest, "Qi Su." Then he pointed to the stone pot on the stand, "Stone pot." He pointed to other things, a total of five or six things.

Repeated this three times, Guohuo finally understood what he was talking about.

Guohuo followed Qi Su's example, ordered the same thing, and spoke the pronunciation.

Qi Su noticed that the other party's name had two syllables repeated with Shiguo and Huo. If translated, his name would be Guohuo.

Pot fire, hot pot?Such a careless name?

Afraid that he heard it wrong, Qi Su imitated the other party's pronunciation, tapped the other party's chest to confirm.

Seeing Qi Su calling his name, Brother Yuan danced with joy, he uttered a few repeated syllables, and punched Qi Su's chest several times with his fist.

Qi Su was almost beaten to the point of spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

It's really called Guohuo, it's a really down-to-earth name...

He moved around the stone pot calmly, and sat down directly opposite the pot fire, lest the guy get happy and punch him again.

With a good start, the next study will be much easier. Qi Su not only learned everything he could see, but also learned a few words similar to praise.

It's not how good his language talent is, but that the original language is simple syllables that can be learned quickly.

Guohuo probably thought he was very smart, and he was in high spirits the whole time.

After learning almost, the aroma in the stone pot also rose.

It's not that Qi Su is exaggerating. Ginger and garlic can be boiled deliciously in plain water. Now it is used to stew big meat, one can imagine how it tastes.

The fluttering white mist lingers in the air with a charming aroma, Qi Su obviously heard the pot fire gulping down several times.

After carrying it for so long, Qi Su couldn't bear it anymore, he tentatively reached out to grab the spoon in Guohuo's hand, seeing that Guohuo didn't hide, he immediately took it over.

The soup spoon is made of wood, probably a pit was dug in the middle of a whole piece of wood. The pits are full of paw prints, which are the size of Qi Su's three fists, completely primitive and rough.

Pour the previous bowl of cold soup into the pot, carefully skim off the oil layer, and refill a bowl of hot soup.

There is no slick on the top, the milky white broth is steaming, with the aroma of big bones and ginger and garlic, drinking while blowing, occasionally eating small pieces of shredded pork, that moment is the pinnacle of happiness!

A bowl of solid broth warmed up from throat to stomach and even the whole body, Qi Su finally felt that he was still a living person.

But it was a little strange, he clearly saw the pot fire swallowing his saliva all the time, obviously very greedy, but he didn't know why, so he didn't take a sip.

"Why don't you drink the pot fire?"

Thanks to the primitive and simple language system, after just learning for a while, Qi Su can already communicate with body language plus some simple syllables and pot fire.

Just as Qi Su was asking, he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him.

He turned his head and looked, and instantly his whole body froze!

tiger!An eye-catching white-fronted tiger that wants to eat people with hundreds of catties!

Unexpectedly, it appeared behind him without anyone noticing it!

He would rather be caught to death by zombies than die in the jaws of a tiger!

Qi Su watched helplessly as the white tiger flicked its long tail, trotted towards him, then sniffed with its hairy head.

He could feel the fishy hot breath of the big tiger breathing on his face.

Ma Dan!You want to smell it when you eat people, don’t you!

No kidding, Qi Su really didn't even dare to blink his eyes, and even suppressed his breathing to the extreme, for fear that the big furry tiger would suddenly explode and bite him in the head.

Just when Qi Su felt that his journey in life was coming to an end, suddenly there was the sound of a pot of fire beating a stone pot behind him.

"It's this soup that smells good."

"Ow, ooh."

Stretching his neck, the white tiger ran up to the pot fire with a few small steps, staring at the pot with burning eyes, and licked his mouth with his flexible long tongue.

"Smells good! It smells delicious!"