Chapter 172 The Blue Sparrow Tribe on the Tip of the Tongue (1)
Han Cheng resisted the urge to lift the lid of the pot at this moment and placed another pottery that looked like the pan in Red Wolf's hand on the fire.
After it's heated, scoop out a few spoonfuls of animal fat that has completely solidified as the weather gets cooler and put it on top.
When the white grease meets the hot pottery pot, it melts at a speed visible to the naked eye. Grab a handful of chopped wild onions and throw them into the hot oil. Stir twice, and a strong aroma of onions will immediately come out.
Without waiting for the wild onions to brown, Han Cheng put the prepared meat slices into the pot and stirred them continuously.
For a moment, the aroma of onions and meat filled the entire cave.
This aroma is very overbearing, overpowering the aroma of the cooked fish soup and barbecued meat.
"Gudong, Gudong."
Some people have already begun to swallow their saliva uncontrollably.
The people who stayed in the cave couldn't help but look at the food that the Son of God was stirring, and the longing in their eyes was obvious.
Han Cheng now has the demeanor of a master chef, standing calmly in front of the pot and busying himself.
It's a pity that there are no iron pots now, and his predecessors never went to New Oriental for further study. Otherwise, he would have looked more classy by picking up the burning iron pot and shaking it back and forth in his hands.
Wild onions were discovered by Uncle Deer on a rope in spring. Han Cheng dug them out by the roots with branches and planted them in the courtyard. From time to time, he sprinkled some plant ash there and poured some water.
Regarding the tribe's only condiment besides salt, Han Chengji was very devoted.
Because the reproduction ability of wild onions is not strong enough, there are only two ridges less than two meters long, and they grow sparsely.
Normally, Han Cheng would not eat it. Even if he did eat it, he would not uproot it. Instead, he would cut it off at the root and cover it with some plant ash and loose soil, so that new shoots would sprout out in a few days.
Well, it was obviously a wild onion, but it turned into a leek.
After wiping his slightly moist eye sockets dry, he still decided to crave for primitive people. Naturally, he was not stingy this time and pinched half a handful of wild onions that were usually only used in omelettes.
The meat slices are already cooked, so there is no need to heat them in the pot for too long at this time. After stir-frying for a while, add two handfuls of washed green vegetables and stir-fry carefully for a while until the vegetable leaves change color.
Sprinkle some crushed salt into it, stir it, and shovel it into the pottery basin where the washed vegetables were placed.
Green vegetables and some red meat are piled in the basin, contrasting with each other. Steam rises and the fragrance spreads everywhere.
If he hadn't considered that he wanted to covet the primitive people and maintain his image as the son of a god, so as not to appear so inexperienced in the world, Han Cheng would definitely have picked up the chopsticks and put them in his mouth at this time.
This pottery pot, which looks like a frying pan, cannot be compared with the large iron pots of later generations. It cannot fry too many things at one time.
So Han Cheng took another swallow, then repeated the previous actions and continued cooking.
As dusk grew darker, people working outside came back one after another carrying tools.
"It smells so good?"
Heiwa was still far away from the entrance of the cave. Heiwa, who had a sharp nose, had sniffed continuously and shouted in surprise. Then he involuntarily quickened his pace, wanting to rush back to the cave as soon as possible to see the delicious food.
"real!"
Only after Hei Wa reminded them did the others notice the distinctive smell in the air.
After a tiring day, they were already hungry. After smelling this fragrance, they only felt that their hunger became more serious.
Everyone quickened their pace and followed the scent.
The closer you get to the cave, the more tantalizing the fragrance becomes, trying to bring out the greed in you.
"Tools, put them back."
As they were almost reaching the entrance of the cave, the senior brother suddenly realized that he and others were still holding tools in their hands. He endured the pain of a hundred claws scratching his heart and spoke to everyone.
After he reminded them like this, everyone realized that they were only focusing on smelling the fragrance and had forgotten about putting the tools.
At that moment, he quickly rushed to the deer pen.
The deer pen was built spacious enough for the deer to live in it.
The cave where the Qingque tribe has lived for generations has become a bit crowded due to the rapid increase in population and the increase in other things. In order to make some space, Han Chenggong had people put in tools such as bone shovels and hammerheads.
A corner inside the deer shed.
After everyone hurriedly put down their tools, they hurried towards the entrance of the cave, and some people started trotting straight away.
As they rushed there, they wondered why the food was so delicious today.
Could it be that the Son of God is making those eggs again?
Some of them have eaten wild onion omelette made by Han Cheng, and they still have endless aftertaste of the intoxicating taste. At this time, because of the similar taste, they can't help but think of the golden eggs wrapped with green wild onions.
His mouth was watering and even his eyes were glowing.
Everyone rushed to the entrance of the cave. The lactating primitive woman had prepared water in a basin by the ditch on the west side of the entrance. After washing in a hurry, they hurried back to the cave.
I'm afraid that if I go too late, I won't be able to eat anything in my mouth.
Although they also understand that they need to follow the order to get the food, they just want to get in as soon as they smell the tantalizing fragrance.
Even if you can't eat it for the time being, you will feel at ease just by looking at it.
After everyone arrived in the cave, their eyes glanced at the place where the food was cooked, automatically passing by the already familiar fish soup and barbecued meat, and quickly focused on the small half bowl of food next to Shenzi that looked extremely different.
A jealous look.
Looking at everyone's reaction, Han Cheng was very satisfied.
After secretly swallowing a sip of saliva, he told the senior brother the rules for getting the meal tonight with a calm and calm look.
There are no restrictions on fish soup and barbecued meats, as in the past, but you cannot take too much of the half pot of vegetables, and you must ensure that everyone can eat some.
Just when the elder brother was about to start serving food to the respected Son of God, he saw the Son of God suddenly lifting the lid of a nearby clay pot.
The white heat dispersed, and the golden color emerged from the black clay pot. A fragrance that was different from the fragrance of meat hit the face, making people couldn't help but twitch their index fingers.
Those who were close were stunned for a moment. They did not expect that in addition to the tantalizingly fragrant dishes, Shenzi actually made such a dish that looked extremely beautiful and smelled fragrant. They had never seen it before.
food comes out.
Under Han Cheng's careful care, most of the jars of dried millet rice that appeared in the Qingque tribe for the first time were cooked very well, without any signs of being mushy.
The senior brother standing aside looked at Shenzi and then at the dried millet rice in the jar. He didn't know what to do for a while. Facing this kind of food he had never seen before, he felt like he had no idea what to do.
