Chapter 677 Son of God, shall we make food to eat?
Han Cheng stared at the few small things in his palm, feeling inexplicably excited and smiling.
Who says there are no surprises? The surprise is already here!
Sichuan pepper, this is it!
In Han Cheng's mind, Sichuan peppercorns are an extremely important seasoning, ranking only behind chili peppers and onions and garlic.
Especially when combined with chili peppers, the wonderful taste and power that can be produced are really self-evident.
There is no hope for precious things like peppers. If there are no mistakes in time and space, this thing should not appear in the tribe.
However, Huajiao appeared in front of Han Cheng at this time in a way that Han Cheng had never expected.
So far, after sweet, salty, sour and bitter, another taste has come to the Qingque tribe.
This taste is numb!
In order to verify whether this thing was Sichuan peppercorns, Han Cheng decided to taste it himself.
He took out the black seeds from the peppercorns and placed them on the palm of his hand. When cooking, he fried them in hot oil and chewed them till they tasted delicious.
Han Cheng put the peppercorn shell into his mouth and chewed it slowly. The numbing taste, so strong that it was slightly bitter, came out from the roots of his teeth, and then spread quickly along his tongue and with the help of saliva, towards the entire mouth.
"Bah, bah..."
Even though Han Cheng missed the taste of Sichuan peppercorns very much, he couldn't help but start puffing.
What the hell is Sichuan peppercorn? Sichuan peppercorns aren’t as flavorful, right?
Han Cheng, whose whole mouth was numb, spitted to the side, gritted his teeth and complained in his mind.
But I am still very happy in my heart, well, Mami is happy.
"Son of God!"
Just as Han Cheng was spitting out the chewed peppercorn shells, a panicked cry came from outside the door.
Before the voice fell, people were already running in.
The person who came was none other than Liang.
Liang, who specializes in medical skills, is also one of the relatively leisurely people in the tribe.
Of course, the work he is engaged in is also very dangerous. After all, if he doesn't do it right, he will get himself poisoned.
Han Cheng was seen by him when he was going here, and he didn't pay attention at the time. After a while, he suddenly remembered the fruit that made his mouth numb and reminded him of a dung scoop, so he hurried here.
The Son of God was not one of those kids in the tribe. He was very careful when inspecting the exchanged items. Although he stuffed the fruits into the pile of furs, there was no guarantee that the Son of God would not be able to find them.
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It's just a taste of that kind of taste for yourself, but you can't let the Son of God taste it too.
So he rushed over.
But it was too late. Seeing Han Cheng squatting there and spitting, Liang knew that Shenzi had already tasted it in his mouth.
Liang couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the taste that felt like his tongue was not even his own.
Seeing that Han Cheng didn't have a kettle beside him, a necessary tool for tasting, Liang hesitated for a moment, then turned around and ran outside.
While running, the excrement scoop that left a huge psychological shadow on him unknowingly kept lingering in his mind.
If the Son of God ate too much of that fruit and couldn't relieve his fatigue just by drinking water, then he might actually have to use a dung scoop...
Thinking of the scene in the bathroom in the summer, Liang shivered with excitement.
This thing is exciting just thinking about it.
Han Cheng, who was rinsing his mouth with the water brought by Liang, didn't know what Liang was thinking at this moment. If he knew it, I wonder if he would still be talking about Liang with winks in his heart...
After rinsing my mouth for a while and waiting for a while, the numbness in my mouth subsided a lot.
Feeling the numbness in his mouth, Han Cheng's eyes lit up as he looked at the pepper beans on the ground.
Liang, who was standing by, had obviously misunderstood what he meant, thinking that the Son of God was angry because of the unpleasant fruits and wanted to throw them away.
Therefore, a very stupid person found a broom and a copper shovel to clean out these fruits that should not be left for a long time. It is best to bury them deeply in the ground to avoid being accidentally eaten by the tribesmen.
After returning to the house with the things, Liang was surprised to find that Shenzi was picking up the things scattered on the ground with his hands.
"Son of God..."
He said, carrying the things and moving forward, ready to clean them. After all, this was much faster than picking them up by hand.
"You don't need to use this to sweep it. This stuff is meant to be eaten. Just pick it up with your hands."
After discovering Liang's intention, Han Cheng quickly spoke up and stopped him.
Liang, who was carrying a broom and a shovel, was stunned on the spot. What did he hear?
This thing is actually meant to be eaten?
You ate one, and your mouth felt uncomfortable for a long time due to the poison. You rinsed your mouth with water for a long time, and you were still a little arrogant in your speech. You actually said that this thing can be eaten?
No wonder Liang was making such a fuss, the impression left by Huajiao on him was too profound.
At this moment, Han Cheng told Liang that there are other uses for peppercorns, and Liang would not be surprised. However, he would never have thought of eating them.
You know, after tasting Sichuan peppercorns, he immediately listed this delicious little fruit as something that should not be eaten.
In order to prevent people in the tribe from being poisoned, they even deliberately hid it in a hidden place...
"God...Son of God, can this...be eaten?"
He stood there in a daze for a while, looking at Han Cheng who was carefully picking up peppercorns and refusing to let go of any of them, and he stuttered and asked.
"Well, I can eat it."
Han Cheng recalled the spicy chicken, Sichuan hot pot, and grilled gluten, and couldn't help but sip.
These things are really missed too much.
Seeing Shenzi swallowing his saliva on the pepper, Liang couldn't help but grin.
Yes, the taste of this little fruit is really ‘nostalgic’.
Seeing Liang's appearance, it was strange that Han Cheng didn't know what Liang was thinking.
He naturally knew that Liang had tasted things as a professional habit. Judging from Liang's reaction at this time, Han Chenggong understood that Liang had already tasted Sichuan peppercorns.
He didn't want to tease the honest people in the tribe. After thinking about it for a while, he smiled and said with a still numb mouth: "Well, this can indeed be eaten, but it cannot be eaten directly, just like
Just like salt, you need to put it in food. Once you put it in, it can make the food more delicious."
When Han Cheng said this, especially when he compared it with salt, Liang's eyes quickly lit up.
The people of the Qingque tribe have a deep understanding of salt, which is increasingly important to the tribe.
When Han Cheng said this, Liang's attitude towards Huajiao suddenly changed drastically.
Watching Han Cheng swallowing the peppercorns, he couldn't help but take a sip.
