Liang's urgent and inexplicable voice with a hint of excitement sounded in his ears, making Han Cheng's mouth twitch uncontrollably.
Doesn’t this guy change too quickly?
By the way, weren't you just gnashing your teeth and preparing to throw away these peppercorns?
Now when I hear about eating, why do I become so impatient?
Liang, what about the moral integrity of a Shennong like you?
Han Cheng sniffed, looking at Liang who was inexplicably excited and ready to try, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Facts have proved that Han Da Shenzi also does not have much of such a precious thing as integrity.
Thinking of the taste of spicy food, Han Cheng immediately stopped complaining about Liang's lack of moral integrity.
Instead, I kept thinking about what delicious food I could make with these extremely rare peppers to reward my tongue, which has suffered a lot over the years.
A layer of red oil floating on top, spicy hot pot that makes people particularly appetizing?
Han Cheng swallowed once again and removed this extremely tempting delicacy from his mind.
Because the weather is not right at this time, it is not the season for hot pot, and there is no chili.
Spicy? Spicy crayfish? Spicy fish nuggets? Spicy loach?......
A large amount of delicious food roared towards Han Cheng, leaving him overwhelmed and dazzled, and his mouth watered.
Sometimes, having too many choices can be frustrating.
Under the constant bombardment of the delicacies he imagined, it took a long time for Han Cheng to slowly calm down.
Because he suddenly discovered a more serious thing, which is that hemp and spicy food have always been connected.
Many foods are only numb but not spicy. After they are cooked, they lose a lot of flavor.
The uncomfortable thing now is that there is no spicy food in the tribe, and there are no things like cornel and mustard that can barely replace the chili pepper. This makes Han Cheng, who has been excited for a while, a little discouraged.
With the addition of Sichuan peppercorns, the taste of food can indeed be improved a lot compared to before, but without spiciness, there will always be a lot less flavor.
Han Cheng didn't want to make do with it. After all, this was the first time Huajiao appeared in the tribe. No matter what, he had to make it a blockbuster. At least he could see it through.
Just like the people of the Qingque tribe like to see people from other tribes marveling at the good things in their tribe, Han Cheng, as a latecomer, also likes to see people from the tribe marvel at the things he has done.
Something that expresses heartfelt admiration and admiration.
This kind of mental happiness is not much worse than the physical happiness.
"Wait until I figure out how to use this seasoning before I cook with this food."
Han Cheng suppressed the impulse in his heart and said to Liang, who was watching him swallow and swallowed too.
This surprised Liang.
I've been talking to you for so long, and in the end you actually gave me this?
Complaints are complaints, but Liang has no objections to this. After all, Shenzi is the boss in the tribe, and Shenzi has the final say in everything.
Han Cheng curiously carried the bag of peppercorns and left. He did not put it in the kitchen, but took it to his room.
Otherwise, if it was left in the kitchen and thrown away by an ignorant person, Han Cheng would not even have time to cry.
After returning to the house and putting away the peppercorns, Han Cheng sat on the edge of the Kang, holding his face in his hands, thinking about how to make a dish that only used peppercorns instead of spicy food.
It's not easy to find such a food, because hemp and spicy are almost tied together, and hemp is still in a auxiliary position.
It can be spicy or not, but if it is spicy or not, it will taste a lot worse...
However, Han Cheng's melancholy did not last long.
When he walked out of the tribal courtyard and went with Wu to check the increasingly yellow millet and the soybeans that were beginning to lose their leaves, a very famous food appeared in his mind without warning -
Mapo tofu!
As soon as Mapo Tofu appeared in his mind, Han Cheng couldn't help but get excited.
Because in his opinion, this is one of the very few foods that is not tied to spiciness and is famous for its hemp alone.
Moreover, there is no shortage of ingredients for making Mapo tofu in the tribe. In a few days, after harvesting these dozens of acres of beans, there will be enough to make Mapo tofu that everyone in the tribe can taste!
Han Cheng, who had figured it out, looked at the large area of beans that were about to mature, and his heart and face were filled with joy.
Wu Ye smiled.
In fact, since Han Cheng came back from the Tongshan residential area, every time he came out to see the large tracts of crops that were about to mature, Wudu laughed loudly.
At this time of year, even the rabbit, which is usually the most favored by witches, will be left out in the cold.
Wu can wander around the fields all day without feeling tired.
He reached out and touched some low-hanging ears of grain, pulled out a few grasses on the ground, straightened the bow held by the grass man, swung his arms and danced with curses to drive away the birds that were stealing the grain...
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Whenever Wu comes to the fields at this time, he has endless things to do and never gets tired of them.
"A lot of food..."
When Wu saw Han Cheng laughing happily, he pointed at the many beans that were about to ripen in front of him and said to Han Cheng.
"Well, a lot of food!"
Han Cheng answered seriously, but what appeared in his mind were plates of Mapo Tofu, with a smile on his face.
Although the two of them are not on the same channel at the moment, it is undeniable that the old and the young are having a great time communicating here.
Wheat takes a while to ripen, silkworms take a while to grow old, and millet takes a while to mature.
After Han Cheng and Wu wandered around the first batch of millet for a long time, pulling some ears of grain and carefully identifying them, the Qingque tribe continued to build the wall for several months and finally stopped temporarily.
Got off.
Without much pause, everyone began to get involved in the preparations for the autumn harvest.
The carpenter and some other people took a break and inspected the sickles, wheelbarrows, wooden forks, rakes, bamboo brooms...these tools.
People like Tietou, who often cut grass, squatted in front of the delicate whetstone, holding up the water warmed by the sun in the earthen pot with their hands, sharpening the sickle, and from time to time, they would put the sickle up and use it.
Use your fingers to gently test whether it is sharp or not.
In the three scenes arranged in the shape of "pin", someone is carrying water to wet the threshing field. After waiting for a while, someone is holding the deer, carrying the rolling frame, and after roping the deer, they start to grind the field over and over again...
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Amidst the celebrations and some relaxed preparations, the Qingque tribe, which was about to start a harvest campaign, also ushered in a sumptuous feast...
