Shitou is now a little afraid to see the most respected son of God.
This is nonsense, because no matter who it was, who secretly ate deer milk and was knocked down by a deer, and when he escaped from the deer pen in a panic, he found that the person he respected the most was outside and couldn't help laughing until his neck and face turned red.
While standing, I didn't really want to see this person for a short period of time.
After Han Cheng laughed, he felt a light flash in his mind.
In later generations, people who drink the most milk are not calves but people. So, can you copy this and become the people of the Qingque tribe who drink the most deer milk instead of calves?
If it can be successful, not to mention other things, it will be a huge benefit to the children and elderly people in the tribe!
After thinking about this matter, Han Cheng also joined the ranks of molesting Uncle Lu's daughter-in-law, Doe Lu.
Of course, he wouldn't lie down on the ground and hold a pacifier in his mouth like that guy from Shitou. He came here with a bowl.
Uncle Deer is very generous. He doesn't think it has anything to do with this little two-legged animal that always respects him touching his wife's area. Anyway, he has enough wives, and he doesn't touch that area either.
In order to eat more delicious rapeseed, Uncle Lu even found out that his job had been taken away, and drove aside the little deer who were wandering around waiting for an opportunity to attack Han Chenglai.
Worried that this ignorant little guy would come over and cause trouble, Uncle Lu stood guard with great loyalty.
On this matter, its attitude is surprisingly consistent with that of Fu Jiang, who is always quarreling with each other.
This moved Han Cheng extremely.
He imitated the way a deer sucked milk, pushing his hand up, and then squeezing it down. The milky white and warm deer milk formed a thin line and fell into the big bowl in his hand.
Han Cheng didn't expect that this doe, which didn't look too big, was actually so resourceful. No wonder she was able to feed the calf to a strong size in the winter.
Sure enough, a deer cannot be judged by its appearance, and milk cannot be measured in a cup.
Just like some women I saw later, they looked weak and petite, but in fact...
Uh, the building is crooked...
Han Cheng misjudged Uncle Deer. This guy would be so kind as to drive the little deer cub aside and still keep him here, not out of sense, but because he also wanted to take the opportunity to share the milk.
Han Cheng felt helpless at Uncle Deer's shamelessness. This is a doe and she is your wife. Why don't you just eat it whenever you want?
Is it easy for me to squeeze out a little bit of it after all my hard work? And why are you still trying to rob me?
Why can't you understand such a simple truth?
Han Cheng dodged the hand holding the bowl, while using his hands to push Uncle Lu's head towards this side.
Finally, I couldn't resist, so I had to pour some water into the pottery basin used to scoop water for the deer.
Uncle Deer stretched out his head and licked it, and quickly licked up the little bit of white juice that Han Chengdao had given him.
I don't know what flavor it tasted from it. After eating it, it raised its upper lip to expose the row of yellow teeth on it, and stretched its neck forward with force, looking extremely vulgar.
Han Cheng wanted to kick it.
After feeding the deer here and wagging his tail there, looking eagerly at his lucky general, Han Cheng had no choice but to pour some more into the basin.
Fu Jiang ate it happily. After licking it quickly, he looked at Han Cheng who wanted to take two more bites.
Worried that the deer would not be enough to eat, Han Cheng had never squeezed too much. Now after feeding the deer first and then the half-wolf, half-dog Fu Jiang, there was not much left in the bowl in Han Cheng's hand.
If you feed Fujiang more, he won't be able to taste it.
He rejected the greedy Fu Jiang, brought the bowl to his mouth, and smashed it a little with his mouth. It was warm and had a fishy taste in his mouth. After the fishy smell, there was a fragrant aftertaste.
It is not as delicious as the pure milk that I will drink in future generations.
This may be due to lack of heating.
Han Cheng took the bowl and led the lucky general who had eaten deer milk out of the deer pen, ignoring Uncle Lu who had become dizzy after eating his wife's milk for the first time and had not yet recovered.
After seeing the milk thief leave, the aggrieved fawn returned to his mother and grabbed his own rice bowl without saying a word.
The doe turned her head and stretched out her tongue to lick the fawn, comforting the heart-wounded child.
Han Cheng found a small clay pot, poured the little remaining deer milk into it, and put it on the fire to burn.
Soon, the deer milk began to boil, and a milky fragrance emanated from it.
As the deer milk boils, a thin layer of solid material appears on the top layer, which is cream.
There was not much deer milk, so Han Cheng didn't dare to burn it for too long. When he saw that it was almost done, he used a clamp made of rattan to remove the pottery pot from the fire.
Then he put a piece of animal skin that had been peeled off, specially used to prevent scalding hands, on the clay pot, and poured the steaming deer milk inside into the bowl.
After blowing on it to cool it down a little, you bring your mouth to the edge of the bowl and take a sip. A fishy milk aroma fills your mouth.
The fishy smell is much stronger than the pure milk of later generations, but it tastes much better than raw deer milk, especially the thin layer of cream, which is really delicious when you drink it in your mouth.
There wasn't much deer milk, so Han Cheng only took two sips and drank half of it. He resisted the urge to drink more and took the rest into the inner cave to give it to the witch.
When Shitou saw Han Cheng come in, his heart immediately pounded like a deer. He hurriedly lowered his head and moved inside, pretending to record things carefully to cover up his embarrassment.
It wasn't until Han Cheng stretched out his hand to touch his head that he felt more at ease.
"This is?"
Wu still maintained his inquiring spirit. When he saw Han Cheng bringing these things that he had never seen before, he did not drink them directly, but asked first.
"Deer milk."
Han Cheng explained it to the witch with words and gestures. After the witch understood it, he quickly urged the witch to drink it quickly, otherwise it would not taste good when it cooled down later.
Wu Yiyan took a small sip, and after tasting it carefully, he felt that it was not particularly delicious, at least not as delicious as the salted broth and fish soup.
Shitou, who had been paying attention to Han Cheng's words, couldn't help but feel embarrassed after he figured out what the Son of God had done. If Han Cheng hadn't called him, he would have lowered his head to his crotch and squatted on the ground for a while.
"Try it, it tastes good."
Han Cheng handed the bowl to Shi Shi with a smile on his face.
The emotions of teenagers are the most sensitive and complex. Although Shitou is a primitive man, he is also shy.
Han Cheng attaches great importance to Chinese characters and the best stone for learning Chinese, and does not want to leave any shadow in his heart because of this incident.
The stone with a red face took the big bowl and almost held the whole bowl on his face before drinking the last mouthful of milk.
Holding the bowl of stone on your face, tasting the fragrant deer milk, your eyes are a little moist...
(Book friends, please feel free to give me a ticket after reading this. Please. This is the last time I ask for votes this week. Really, if it’s not true, you can fly a blade at me along the network cable - Mo Shoubai, who doesn’t even wear a helmet)
