Putting the golden millet into the black pottery bowl, it looked even more attractive. The wizard who was raking the millet into the pottery bowl took the bowl in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He felt that this thing looked much better than before.
I am even more looking forward to the delicious food that Shenzi said.
Han Cheng pounded two pits of millet in succession, sweat dripping down his face.
He thought for a moment and called Lame in who was weaving round wooden rafts in the courtyard. After giving a demonstration, the job of pounding rice fell into Lame's hands.
Lame had always followed the instructions of the Son of God unswervingly. He waved his two increasingly powerful arms, held the piece of wood, imitated the Son of God, and pounded it into the pit forcefully.
Under severe punishment, those millet husks were not allowed to donate their privately stored millet.
After Lame joined and acted as the main force, Han Cheng suddenly became relaxed.
He only needs to clean up the lame millet. This is a relatively detailed and labor-saving job, but blowing repeatedly for a long time makes him feel dizzy.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The Qingque Tribe's cave ** sounded a dull, but very rhythmic impact sound again and again.
Some sleeping babies were disturbed wonderfully, squeezing their eyes, kicking their feet, clenching their two little hands into small fists, raising them up on both sides of their tilted heads, and opening their toothless mouths.
Mouth, crying and fussing, venting his anger for getting out of bed.
The female primitive who was not far away went over, picked it up, and put some of the black nipples into her mouth. The crying little guy immediately calmed down and greedily ate the nectar-like juice.
After eating, he stared at his dark eyes and refused to fall asleep. Not sure what the little man saw or thought, he opened his toothless mouth and laughed silently.
It is not wrong for people to use the face of a child to describe the weather in June. It really does change.
The light gradually became dim in the cave. Wu had already plucked out a handful of millet, and now he was squatting there, working with Han Cheng to clean out the pounded millet.
Holding each piece of wood lamely, he still pounded the rice tirelessly.
He pounded rice very quickly, at least compared to Han Cheng. Four Han Cheng could only equal one lame.
There was not much grain left in the earthen basin, so he was ready to pound it all in one go.
When you put a small handful of millet into a large pottery bowl, you won't see much change, but after stacking small handfuls of millet, both big pottery bowls are filled.
There was a fire rising inside the cave, dispersing the gradually thickening darkness. The twilight had just risen outside, and it was already dark inside the cave.
This made Han Cheng even more anxious to move into a new house earlier.
It was Huo Er who lit the fire. After raising the fire, he picked up the mutated hand drill and the wooden stick with several holes on it and rubbed it twice with his rough hands, carefully and solemnly.
Put the matter aside.
The person in charge of cooking is already busy, with a rough style and a very original charm.
Rinse both sides of the salted fish, which is more than a foot long, with clean water. Without using a stone knife, just break it into three or four sections by hand and throw it into a new tank filled with more than half of the tank of clean water.
On both sides of the other fire, there was a stone wall one meter long and forty centimeters high. Seven or eight thin sticks soaked in grease were placed next to each other on the two walls.
There is something threaded on each stick, one or two fish of different sizes, or an animal that stepped on the rabbit trap last night.
A person in charge of the barbecue squatted on the side, turning the stick over from time to time so that the food on it could be heated more evenly.
If it has been roasted for a long time, some reddened grease reflected by the flames will drip down and fall on the charcoal below. While it makes a light sound, a flame will flash away.
This man looked at the son of God who was busy carrying a clay pot not far away, and there was sincere admiration in his eyes.
Originally, barbecue food required at least three people to serve it at the same time.
Moreover, the heat is difficult to control, and if it is not done well, it will be burnt, which not only wastes food, but also affects the taste.
Since Shenzi made some modifications and created these two walls, all problems have been solved.
Seven or eight skewers of food can be placed on the two walls at the same time, and there is no need to hold them with hands, making it much easier for people. They only need to flip them from time to time.
One person can do what previously required at least three people without feeling strenuous, and the baked food is more delicious than before.
Han Cheng was busy shopping for millet, so naturally he didn't know that the barbecue man was looking at him with great reverence. The admiration in his heart was as endless as the swollen river in front of the tribe in summer...
Some finely divided millet shells that had not been cleaned floated on the water, and the white and slightly turbid rice washing water flowed out.
After washing it four or five times in a row, the half pot of millet finally became clean.
Put the washed millet into the earthen pot, and put some water into it, not too much, almost three centimeters higher than the millet.
Han Cheng asked Huo Er to light up another fire, found a few commonly used stones, placed them around the fire, placed an earthen jar filled with millet and water on top, and found a lid to cover it.
Orange-red flames spread out from the bottom of the pot and enveloped half of the pottery pot.
Han Cheng stayed on the side and added firewood to the bottom himself to control the heat. Dried millet rice was not easy to control and would not burn easily.
He was working hard this time to make these primitive people in the tribe cry, so he naturally had to handle them carefully.
White smoke overflowed from under the pot lid and curled up, and the unique fragrance after the grain was boiled filled the hole and penetrated straight into people's noses.
Han Cheng, who had not eaten staple food for nearly two years, felt his eye sockets moistened when he smelled this long-lost smell.
The meal was not ready yet, and the primitive man was not crying yet, but he was crying first...
After cooking like this for a while, he picked up a clean long-handled spoon, opened the lid, put it into the earthenware jar, and began to stir carefully, with the purpose of moving the bottom millet against the bottom of the earthenware jar.
Prevent it from becoming mushy if heated for too long.
After all, the method of cooking now is fire, not the rice cooker of later generations where you just put the rice and water in and forget about it.
Seeing that there was only a small layer of soup left in the clay pot, Han Cheng stirred it for the last time, put the lid on the pot, and then took out the two firewood that were still burning under the clay pot and put them aside.
In the fire where fish soup is boiling.
When steaming dry rice in a firewood pot, it is most important when it is about to come out of the pot, because most of the dry rice will be mushy at this time.
At this time, you can't use a large fire, just use a small fire, or just grill it with the remaining charcoal.
