There were enough square pieces of meat that had been soaked in water for a large basin, and Han Cheng took half of the basin in at once.
After waiting for a while, pour half a jar of wine slurry into it, cover it, and start cooking.
After doing this, another open pottery jar, or something that can be called a pottery pot, next to it, was also operated in this way.
After drinking a can, the dizzying wine was gone, which made the second senior brother feel trembling in his heart when he saw this scene.
But then I started to look forward to the food being stewed in the pot.
A full jar of delicious wine was used, and the food will taste extremely delicious after it is made!
He smelled the gradually rising fragrance, and a glimmer of saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.
After discovering it, I quickly sucked it up, licked my mouth, and turned around to continue digging the foundation.
"Lower the fire."
Han Cheng opened the lid of the pot, stirred it, saw that the water had boiled, and then spoke to the fireman.
Then he put several pieces of cleaned, cooked and cut pig intestines into two other large vats that are often used to cook soup, added water and started cooking.
When it is about to come out of the pot, add salt, chopped green onions and washed wild vegetables, then add two large spoons of fruit vinegar, stir and put it into a large basin.
A sour aroma has spread out, making people's fingers twitch when they smell it.
After making the sour intestine soup, the stewed meat was already rotten.
Han Cheng put some salt into it, stirred it, and then put a spoonful of sticky honey into it.
After the thick honey meets the heated meat, it gradually turns red, and the meat becomes shiny and looks very good in color.
A pleasant and non-greasy sweet fragrance hits your nose.
The people who were helping here kept looking at the large pot of newly cooked meat, and their movements slowed down.
A jar of wine and two spoons of honey so sweet that it makes you want to eat it all on your tongue. Are such good things just for making these two dishes?
God, how delicious this pot of meat must be!
They couldn't imagine it anymore.
This dish made by Han Cheng is the original version of braised pork.
Due to the lack of rock sugar and soy sauce and the use of clay pots, this braised pork looks much inferior to later generations, which is a bit regretful.
But after seeing the reactions of everyone around him, Han Chengcheng had no regrets.
"Don't look at it. Everyone has a share. Hurry up and finish the rest so you can eat early."
He laughed out loud.
As soon as these words came out, everyone quickly speeded up their men.
At the entrance of the cave, more and more people are coming here to drink tea, one after another in an endless stream.
Even if you are not thirsty, you still have to pretend to be very thirsty and come here for a few runs.
Not to drink herbal tea, but to smell the attractive fragrance up close and stretch your head to look at the delicious food in the cave.
Then he happily ran away, digging the foundation while telling the tribe how delicious the food made by the Son of God was.
Everyone felt itchy in their hearts after hearing this, and they just looked forward to having dinner early.
"Stop drinking, be careful because you won't have enough stomach to eat later."
Han Cheng looked at Tietou who came to drink water for the fourth time and said with a smile.
When Han Cheng said this, Tietou suddenly realized this, and his expression immediately turned bitter...
"This this……"
A mouthful of braised pork entered his mouth. After savoring it for a long time, Wu was finally willing to swallow it. Looking at the remaining half of the meat, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
How can it be so delicious?
The expressions of the others also changed.
After taking one sip, there are some who are unable to stop, and there are also those who are stunned on the spot like a witch, savoring it carefully, and reluctant to take another bite.
Bai Xuemei's little mouth moved quickly, her mouth was bare as she ate, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she looked at Brother Cheng next to her with a look of admiration on her face.
Han Cheng saw everyone's reaction and was very pleased. For a cook, there is nothing more gratifying than carefully cooked food being well received by everyone.
He picked up a piece of braised pork made from pork belly, brought it to his mouth and took a bite. It was fat and crispy, but thin and easy to bite. It was sweet and not greasy, so it was pretty good.
However, compared with the braised pork eaten in later generations, the heat is still much inferior.
And if you taste it carefully, you can taste a not-so-good taste in the meat. Even the use of wine, honey, green onions, etc. cannot completely cover it up.
Han Cheng knew the source of the smell, which was contained in wild boar meat.
If you want to make wild boar delicious and completely remove the taste, you need to continue to domesticate it. At the same time, a necessary method is to castrate the boar.
Of course, except for breeding pigs.
After Han Cheng left, those wild boars that tried to leave but could not get out had gained a lot of courage and began to eat the grass that Han Cheng threw in.
They are eating green grass, but they don't know that in the future, some of them will lose their eggs and become like little eunuchs...
Facts have proved that primitive people are more than one rice bucket that can hold food.
This time Han Cheng specially cooked more food. Compared with the normal amount of food before, it was nearly 50% more!
However, all the extra food disappeared now and was put into the stomachs of the tribesmen.
Han Cheng, who was sniffling as he looked at the crowd holding their stomachs and groaning, still looking like they were still unfinished, could only keep repeating the word "rice bucket" in his mind...
The pigsty had not yet dug its foundation, so it stopped.
The large tracts of millet planted outside the tribe, which were first planted, have matured and it is time to harvest the millet.
All available manpower in the Qingque tribe was devoted to the great cause of harvesting millet, even Han Cheng, the son of god, was no exception.
All unimportant work has been stopped. At this time, everything must make way for the autumn harvest.
After all, these golden grains, watered by their sweat, will be an extremely important food for them in the coming years.
"Chi Leng~Chi Leng~"
The sickle in Tietou's hand jumped happily. Every time such a sound was heard, a stream of grain was cut down by him and entered into his left hand.
At this time, Tietou is the happiest moment. The magical skills he has developed through cutting grass can finally be displayed openly and openly in front of others.
Compared with the messy grass, the long millet is really easy for the iron head to cut.
Others only cut two columbines (liulong) when they went there, but he directly cut three columbines! And the speed was faster than being killed.
Often the person who was scytheing at the same time as him would have to wait a long time before cutting off the head, and Tietou would already be sitting on the edge of the field to rest.
When others finally cut their heads and began to wipe their sweat and rest, he, who had already rested, got up and began to cut back again. Moreover, the place where he had harvested was very clean, and almost no grains were lost.
When it comes to harvesting crops, Tietou will always be a man that others cannot look up to.
Of course, he also blindly showed off his speed, regardless of others. When he was about to finish work, after cutting his head, he would not start a new one, but would turn around and take charge of those who were left behind by him.
