The lid of the pot, which was moistened by the steam and became very heavy, was opened, and a large amount of white steam evaporated, and the richer fragrance spread in all directions.
Many people from the Green and Sheep Tribes, who had been staring at the vat since it began to steam, couldn't help but sniff hard, trying to take in all the rich fragrance.
Han Cheng, the divine son and first chef of the Qingque Tribe, came over and stood firmly on a wooden pier that was 40 centimeters high.
Holding a spoon with a long wooden stick tied to it in one hand, he stirred a few times in the soup that was three centimeters away from the edge of the vat. His right hand holding the chopsticks quickly struck out and picked up a piece of haggis from the huge soup spoon.
Once it's done, put it back into the spoon and prick it with chopsticks. It doesn't take much effort to prick it through.
Han Cheng nodded slightly, and then let the fire pull out the large pieces of unburned wood from under the vat. The soup was ready, and there was no need to use fire anymore.
But even if the fire is removed, the coals at the bottom of the vat can still keep the haggis soup boiling for a while.
Han Cheng took the pottery bowl handed over by the person next to him and poured some haggis soup into the bowl.
Only two bowls were filled, signaling the leaders of the Sheep Tribe and the Green Tribe to come and drink.
This bowl is still the same one used by other tribes during the previous happy gatherings. Now it has been cleaned and used to entertain them.
The leaders of the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe were a little excited that the Son of God from a neighboring tribe personally served them soup. They are leaders and are more sensitive to status than ordinary people.
The leader of the Green Tribe took a large bowl filled with some soup from Han Cheng. After tilting the bowl to blow the hot air, he couldn't wait to take a sip. He was eager to taste the taste of the soup. Is it the same as the soup?
It's just as delicious as the ones I've had here before.
"Um?"
After the leader of the green tribe took a sip of the hot soup, he let out a sigh of relief, smacking his lips to taste it, then took another sip, his eyes widening even wider.
He moved the big bowl that was almost pressed against his face and stared wide-eyed at the child-like Son of God who was standing on the wooden pillar holding chopsticks in his hand and smiling at him.
At this time, the leader of the Sheep Tribe also removed the bowl from his face. After looking at the leader of the Green Tribe with a similar expression, he also looked at Han Cheng to see what the Son of God was going to say.
Knowing what the Son of God was planning to do, the eldest brother and the shaman looked at Sheep and the leader of the Green Second Tribe, secretly holding back laughter.
"￥#%DSX@"
The leader of the green tribe paused for a while, holding the bowl, and said something to the senior brother excitedly.
Of course, he was not praising the deliciousness of the haggis soup, but he found that the haggis soup was the same as the one he cooked in the tribe. Although it was edible, it was not as good as the delicious soup he drank during the happy party.
There are too many.
Of course this soup is not delicious because Han Cheng did not put salt in it.
The leader of the Green Tribe, who had already cooked the food himself, didn’t know about putting salt in the soup because the Qingque Tribe used to cook soup for them during the happy party, which was the most abundant salted fish in the Qingque Tribe.
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The salted fish itself is fed with salt bags, so there is no need to add additional salt when making soup.
The senior brother waved his hand towards the leader of the Green Tribe and pointed at Han Cheng, indicating that he should stop talking and watch the Son of God do what he did.
Han Cheng took a small jar of salt that had been chopped into powder from a person who was usually responsible for cooking, and tilted the salt jar toward the leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes so that they could see the salt inside.
When the leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes saw the white things in the jar, they were both surprised. How could this neighboring tribe be able to retain the winter snow until now?!
Before they could get closer to take a closer look, Han Chenggong removed the jar, then in front of everyone, poured some of the salt inside into a spoon, and put the spoon into the soup pot.
He held the handle of the spoon with both hands and stirred vigorously. As he moved, more white air rose up.
Han Cheng stirred for a while, and when he felt it was even, he stopped, turned around and looked at the leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes, motioned for them to finish the soup in the bowl, and then handed the bowl over.
The two of them looked at each other in confusion for a moment as they watched Han Cheng's actions, not understanding what this child-like son of God meant.
It wasn't until the senior brother who was standing not far away came over, held their hands holding the bowls, and pushed the bowls to their mouths that they suddenly realized.
Han Cheng took another half spoonful of haggis soup and poured it into the bowls held by the leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes.
This time, without any signal from him, the two of them consciously picked up the bowls and began to taste the soup in the bowls.
The green tribe leader's eyes lit up again. Although the soup in the bowl in his hand tasted different from the fish soup he drank during the happy party, it was just as delicious.
Compared with what I drank just now, it is like heaven or earth!
After he took a sip, he couldn't help but speed up. There wasn't much soup in the bowl, but it was gone quickly.
The leader of the green tribe raised his head high and tilted the bowl completely.
He waited with his mouth open until the two drops of soup that swayed around the edge of the bowl and refused to come down fell into his mouth. Then he put the bowl down, savoring the wonderful taste just now, and looked at the little one next to the Son of God with gleaming eyes.
jar.
If he were not worried about causing misunderstandings and that he and others could not defeat this tribe, he would definitely rush over and grab the small jar and hold it in his arms.
The reaction of the leader of the Sheep Tribe was similar to that of the leader of the Green Tribe, he was also staring at the small jar with intense eyes.
What's in that? How come after adding some, the originally ordinary soup becomes so delicious?!
The people of the Qingque Tribe, who had been looking forward to it, saw the leaders of the Green and Sheep Tribes showing the expressions they had expected, and they all felt extremely happy, with kind smiles on their faces.
This feeling of watching other tribes being surprised by something from your own tribe is really wonderful, and it is more comfortable than drinking delicious haggis soup in your mouth.
"#￥DE@"
The leaders of the Sheep and Green tribes did not care to continue drinking soup, and rushed to the elder brother's side, eagerly asking about the salt.
Han Cheng looked at all this with a smile. He took some with a spoon and poured it into his bowl. He blew the hot air and took a sip. His brows wrinkled slightly. As he expected, star anise, peppercorns, cinnamon, etc. were missing.
There are no spices, and there are no colorful chili oil, balsamic vinegar, and coriander to accompany it. The taste of this haggis soup is really different from that of later generations.
After he tasted some, he didn't want to drink any more, and planned to keep some food in his stomach until he sent these people away, and then cooked some more mutton to eat.
He thought it was not very delicious, but people from the Green and Sheep tribes didn't think so. One person held a large bowl of haggis soup and couldn't stop drinking it, as if his mouth and tongue were made of stone.
