Han Cheng saw the difficulty of his elder brother. He was already greedy, so he did not hesitate. He made it from hardwood before taking it. It looked like a spatula from later generations. The wooden spatula used to turn the vegetables just reached into the pot.
Inside, he leaned against the side and scooped up a piece of steaming, golden dried millet rice and placed it in his own special bowl.
Then he scooped up another piece and put it in Wu's bowl. He picked up the chopsticks and put two chopsticks of vegetables into the two bowls. He also poured some vegetable soup and poured it on the yellow dried millet rice.
Then he picked up the two bowls and went to the inner cave with steps that seemed leisurely but actually extremely fast.
He doesn't care about the primitive man crying whether he is greedy or not. Anyway, he is already too greedy.
Han Cheng put a lot of dry millet rice in the bowls for himself and the witch. Although he only picked up the dishes with two chopsticks, with his extremely skilled chopstick skills, as long as he wanted to pick them up, he could pick them up with two chopsticks.
Things can make unskilled people doubt life.
Although he had said that to his senior brother and everyone before the meal started, as the maker of the rules, he was obviously outside the Three Realms and not among the Five Elements.
The rest of the people didn't think there was anything wrong with the Son of God doing this. After all, everything they had now was brought by the Son of God, and these two kinds of food were also cooked by the Son of God himself.
Even if the Son of God finished these two foods by himself, they would take it for granted.
Han Cheng held the bowl with chopsticks and went to the inner cave. The senior brother just started to get the food. He imitated Han Cheng, clumsily holding an uncommon wooden shovel and digging out a piece he had never seen before from the clay pot.
I picked up the food, picked up a few dishes with chopsticks and left.
The millet and dried rice he dug were bigger than those dug by Han Cheng, because his wife and children had the most...
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Han Cheng couldn't wait to pick up a piece of dry millet rice and put it into his mouth. He was so burned that he exhaled but couldn't bear to spit it out.
The familiar taste filled his mouth, making his heart surge.
Wu's eyes were also bright, and his teeth were not very good to begin with. Soft and glutinous food like dried millet rice was the best food for him.
Moreover, this yellow food was not only good to bite, but also tasted surprisingly good, so much so that Wu Lian only remembered to eat the food in the bowl after taking three bites and savoring it carefully.
Wu chewed the dried millet rice, and from time to time glanced at the son of God who was not far away with his face buried in the bowl and kept pulling, and a smile appeared on his face again.
He really didn't expect that something that originally tasted similar to ordinary grass seeds would turn out to be so delicious after being processed like that!
The Son of God is always so smart and wise, discovering good things from places that ordinary people cannot see.
The dried millet rice in the jar has completely disappeared, and the vegetables in the basin are gone, not even a drop of juice is left.
Tietou reluctantly took the last morsel of dry millet rice mixed with vegetable soup into his mouth, chewed it carefully in his mouth, and finally swallowed it bit by bit after a while.
Even though he knew that there was nothing left in the jar, he still couldn't help but stand up and walk to the earthen jar containing millet and dried rice to take a look, imagining that he could pick up some leaks from the teeth of the tribe's talented eaters.
Looking at the empty clay pot again, Tietou then walked to the large vat where the fish soup was boiling, picked up a long-handled spoon and filled it with fish soup.
Tietou ate very gracefully today, eating fish bit by bit and sipping soup.
Not just him, most of the people in the tribe became extremely quiet when eating.
The senior brother took a sip of the fish soup in the bowl, frowned slightly, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.
After eating that delicious food, which I have never eaten before, when I drink this fish soup again, I feel that the food that was so delicious in the past suddenly loses a lot of flavor.
This is not an exaggeration. Ever since Han Cheng brought out the fish cage, the Qingque tribe has had fish every time they ate, and it also occupies the main place.
If you only eat one kind of food for many years, your taste buds will naturally become tired.
Moreover, they were already hungry, and even before they reached the cave, the lingering fragrance aroused their curiosity, and they had extremely strong expectations for the food in the cave.
Han Cheng also specially fried vegetables that are not commonly eaten by the Qingque tribe to accompany it, which added to the flavor of the millet and dry rice.
In addition to Han Cheng's instructions to his senior brother before starting the meal, Han Cheng's fish soup and barbecue, and his impatient attitude towards millet and dry rice, all caused the people of the Qingque tribe to feel like they had never eaten before.
The psychological implication that food must be delicious.
Let them have a preconceived notion that this food must be delicious before they even take the dried millet rice into their mouths.
Moreover, the steamed dry millet rice is only more than half a jar in total, and the scarcity of the quantity only highlights its preciousness.
Under the influence of these external conditions, you can taste 12% of the taste!
What's more, the taste of dried millet rice itself is not bad. For the people of the Qingque tribe who have never eaten it, it does have a strong taste impact.
"Son of God..."
Seeing Han Cheng come out of the inner hole with an empty bowl, the senior brother put down the bowl and chopsticks and hurriedly greeted him. He looked a little excited and asked about the millet rice.
He wanted very much to know where the Son of God had found such food that he had never eaten before.
In fact, he already had some guesses in his mind, but he just couldn't believe it.
He had personally tasted the grass-like thing brought by the leader of the Green Tribe. It didn't taste good at all, and its appearance was very different from this delicious yellow food.
It was really difficult for him to connect the grass seed-like thing with the unforgettable food he had just eaten.
The others also looked at Han Cheng expectantly, wanting to get the truth from Han Cheng.
Lame, who was involved in this incident, and Huo Er, who saw what happened, have never revealed anything about Xiaomi's cooking.
Seeing the people in the tribe being surprised and confused by the new food prepared by the Son of God, they were very happy to know the truth.
When Han Cheng saw everyone's reaction, he smiled and felt happy in his heart. How dare you despise Gu Zi!
He put down his rice bowl, turned around and took out a handful of ears of millet from the tumbler specially placed in the corner. He held it up for everyone to see and told them that the food they just ate was made from these ears of millet.
Everyone was amazed, not expecting that this inconspicuous thing could be so delicious!
Those who knew the truth first were even more happy, as if they had discovered that humble millet could produce delicious food, and they shared the joy of it.
Han Cheng held the ears of millet in his hand, struck while the iron was hot, and told everyone in the Qingque tribe about millet.
The eyes of the people in the Qingque tribe gradually became blurred, and their expressions became a little intoxicated. They were all immersed in the golden dream weaved by the Son of God with ears of grain...
