The three giants of the Qingque tribe came out of the inner cave, and each one was enveloped in a huge joy. This made many people secretly speculate that something good was going to happen to their tribe.
Their speculation quickly disappeared. It was not the three giants headed by Han Cheng who announced to the public what they had planned in the secret room, but Chef Han Chenghan, the son of God, announced that he would personally cook delicious food.
Food, eat with everyone.
For primitive people who are full of foodies, nothing is more exciting than eating. Even dressing, housing and singing primitive songs are ranked behind eating.
Products produced by Shenzi must be high-quality products. This has long been the consensus of everyone in the Qingque tribe, even the three-year-old primitive man knows this.
Previously, they had seen people from the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe feasting there, and they had long been salivating. After hearing what the Son of God said, how could they not be excited? The entire tribe was boiling instantly.
stand up!
Han Cheng, Wu and his senior brother couldn't help laughing when they saw this lively scene.
The lame spouse followed Han Cheng's instructions and washed the intestines of three goats with salt. She knew that the Son of God loved cleanliness, so she scrubbed and washed each intestine several times, very seriously.
Recalling the time when food was scarce in the tribe, she turned her intestines over and roasted them directly on the fire without washing them. She smiled and shook her head.
He looked up at the large amount of food, then at the smiling clan members, and finally his eyes fell on the Son of God who was ordering people to clean the big vat, and the smile on his face became even stronger.
Those days are gone forever!
Sangua rummaged through and rubbed the intestines, then threw them into the big vat without cutting them.
A large sheep skeleton with a lot of meat on it was broken into pieces by stone knives and axes, and was put into a large vat.
Then I put two pairs of haggis and half a fan of mutton into it. There is no need to add water. Just these things will almost fill half the tank!
Several jars of water were poured into the vat, submerging the meat. The heavy pot lid was placed on the vat, and the person responsible for lighting the fire had already raised the fire.
The flames were burning brightly but it was not strong enough, so he picked up Shao Ya's mouth and kept blowing wind on the fire.
Fortunately, Huo Yi didn't wear dentures, otherwise Han Cheng was really worried that when Huo Yi was working hard to blow out the fire, a pair of dentures would blurt out...
Tietou came back panting, dragging two large pine branches that had just been broken off.
Han Cheng sniffed. The primitive man's style of doing things was indeed rough and bold. He just asked him to break off a small piece of pine branches, but he got so many directly.
Han Cheng nodded towards the iron head who was grinning at him, reached out and broke off two pieces of pine branches that were not thick, the kind without pine needles, then washed them with clean water, opened the lid of the big vat, and threw them into the vat.
The soup continues to simmer.
Later, Li Lin, who was in the same team as Han Cheng, was the unscrupulous guy who originally wanted to perform a mission with him but had to go to accompany his wife on Valentine's Day. His home was in the northwest.
According to him, his family has been running a mutton soup restaurant since his great-grandfather's generation, and the mutton soup he makes is the best in the local area.
Han Cheng didn't know if he had been running a mutton soup restaurant since his great-grandfather's generation, but the mutton soup made by this guy was really delicious.
If I were not single and loved to eat, and was so attracted by the three meals of mutton soup that this guy promised, and would not agree to this guy at all, and went alone to find the foreign friend who wanted to die, then I would not be like this.
Sad time-travelers...
Thinking of this, Han Chengcheng burst into tears.
The wooden stick loosened in the mutton soup is a secret of the Li family that was tricked by Han Cheng after this guy got drunk.
He himself had tried cooking it several times in the past, adding pine sticks as he was told, and the taste did improve a lot, but compared with what Li Lin cooked, it was still far behind...
There is a large row of clean pottery bowls placed next to the large vat, which are for spare use.
In the expectant eyes of everyone, the Son of God standing on the wooden pillar finally announced that the soup was ready.
Everyone was excited and waiting with anticipation to take turns getting soup.
However, what puzzled everyone was that the Son of God did not scoop the soup directly into the bowl with a spoon and eat it as before, but asked several people to first scoop out the large pieces of mutton, haggis and intestines cooked in the large vat.
Come out and put it on the extremely tightly woven wooden rafts that have been cleaned just now.
Then people use stone knives and bone knives to cut the cooked meat while it is hot.
Cut large pieces of cooked mutton into slices as much as possible, as well as haggis and intestines.
While several people were cutting this, Han Cheng was holding the pottery basin with the chopped meat, and placed a few large pieces of mutton, some haggis, and some pieces of mutton intestines into the bowls one by one.
After putting it away, he picked up a pottery pot filled with half a bowl of chopped wild onions, and put some chopped green onions one by one into the bowl with the meat.
When adding green onions, Han Cheng's heart was twitching. In order to make the soup as good as possible, he directly used more than half of the few wild onions...
He let go of the chopped green onions, then took a small jar of salt and a clay spoon in one hand, and sprinkled salt into it one by one.
Han Cheng scooped up a ladle of boiling, whitish mutton soup from a large vat and poured it into a bowl.
When the piping hot mutton soup meets chopped green onions and mutton haggis, the intoxicating flavor is immediately unleashed.
The white soup, some reddish meat, and garnished with green onions, regardless of the taste, just looking at it will make you appetizing.
"Gudong."
"Gudong!"
Smelling this fragrance and looking at this delicious food, everyone including Qingque, including Wu, couldn't help but feel their throats rolling up and down...
"Huh~"
The senior brother held the empty bowl and exhaled a long breath, feeling comfortable all over.
I thought that salted fish soup and meat soup were already the best delicacies, but today I tasted the mutton soup made by Shenzi himself, and I was shocked to realize that my previous knowledge was shallow.
The second senior brother held a mutton bone in one hand and bit into it vigorously, making the juice flow out...
A delicious feast of mutton soup made the people of the Qingque tribe feel ecstatic, feeling that happiness is so real and illusory...
"Someone! Someone!"
When you are comfortable and happy, there will always be troublemakers.
The shouts of the people standing guard outside and the banging of bangs brought the Qingque tribe, who were still lingering over the aftertaste, back to reality from the illusion.
Everyone became alert instantly and filed out, not knowing who was coming from.
Looking at the people with green heads in front of the tribe's gate, Han Cheng suddenly had the urge to put his hand on his forehead. Didn't these guys just leave not long ago? Why are they back?
When did primitive people become so difficult to deal with?
