I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng resisted the urge to lift the lid of the pot at this moment, and put another pottery that looked like a frying pan in the hands of Red Wolf on the fire.

After heating, dig out a few spoonfuls of refined animal fat that has begun to solidify as the weather gradually cools and put it on top.

When the white oil meets the hot clay pot, it melts at a speed visible to the naked eye. Pick up a handful of chopped wild onions and throw them into the hot oil, stir twice, and a strong fragrance of green onions immediately comes out.

Before the wild onions were browned, Han Cheng put the prepared meat slices into the pot again, stirring them continuously.

For a while, the fragrance of scallions and meat filled the entire cave.

This aroma is overbearing, suppressing the smell of boiled fish soup and grilled meat.

Gudong, Gudong.

Some people have begun to swallow their saliva uncontrollably.

Those who stayed in the cave couldn't help looking at the food that Shenzi was stirring, and the longing in their eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

Han Cheng now has the demeanor of a chef in charge, calmly standing in front of the pot and busy.

It's a pity that there is no iron pot now, and he never went to New Oriental for further studies in his previous generation. Otherwise, he would pick up the burning iron pot and shake it back and forth in his hand, and it would look even more stylish.

The wild onions were discovered by the deer walking with a rope in spring. Han Cheng dug them up by the roots with branches and planted them in the courtyard, where he sprinkled some ash and watered them from time to time.

For the only condiment other than salt in the tribe, Han Chengji is very concerned.

Because the reproduction ability of wild onions is not strong enough, so far there are only two ridges less than two meters long, and the growth is sparse.

Normally, Han Cheng would be reluctant to eat it. Even if he ate it, he would not uproot it, but cut it off from the root, and then covered it with some plant ash and floating soil, so that new shoots would emerge in a few days.

Well, it's obviously a wild onion, but it turned into leeks for him to eat.

After drying the moist eye sockets, he still decided to cry primitive people, so he was not stingy this time, and took half a handful of wild onions that are usually only put in fried eggs.

The meat slices are already cooked, so there is no need to heat them in the pot for too long at this time. After stir-frying for a while, put two handfuls of washed green vegetables and stir-fry carefully for a while. Sprinkle some smashed salt into it, stir it, and shovel it into the clay pot where the cleaned vegetables were placed before.

The green vegetables and some red meat are piled up in the basin, setting off each other, steam is rising, and the aroma spreads everywhere.

If he hadn't thought about wanting to cry primitive people, and maintain his image as a god, so as not to make himself look so unsophisticated, Han Cheng would definitely pick up the chopsticks and put it in his mouth at this time.

This kind of earthenware pot like a frying pan cannot be compared with the big iron pot of later generations, and it cannot fry too many things at one time.

So Han Cheng swallowed another mouthful of saliva, then repeated the previous action and continued to cook.

As the dusk grew thicker, those who worked outside came back one after another carrying their tools.

So fragrant?

There is still a long way to the entrance of the cave, and Hei Wa, who has a good nose, has already sucked her nose continuously, and shouted in surprise,

Then he involuntarily quickened his pace, wanting to rush back to the cave earlier to see the delicious food.

real!

After Heiwa's reminder, the rest of the people noticed the distinctive smell in the air.

They were already hungry after a day of hard work, and after smelling the fragrance, they felt even more hungry.

Everyone quickened their pace and followed the scent.

The closer you get to the cave, the more intense the tantalizing fragrance is, trying to hook people's gluttons out.

Tools, put them back.

Almost at the entrance of the cave, the senior brother suddenly realized that he and the others were still holding tools in their hands, resisting the torment like claws scratching their hearts, and said aloud to everyone.

After his reminder like this, everyone realized that they were only focused on smelling the fragrance and forgot about putting away the tools.

Immediately, he quickly rushed to the deer pen.

The deer enclosure was built spacious enough for the deer to live in.

The cave where the Qingque Tribe lived for generations, due to the rapid increase in population and the increase in other things, has become a bit crowded now. In order to make room for it, Han Cheng asked people to put tools such as bone shovels and apricot heads into the cave. A corner of the deer shed.

After putting away the tools in a hurry, everyone hurried to the entrance of the cave, and some of them just started trotting.

As they rushed there, they wondered why today's food is so delicious?

Could it be that Shenzi made that kind of eggs again?

Some of them once ate wild onion fried eggs made by Han Cheng, and they still have endless aftertaste for the intoxicating taste. At this time, because of the similar taste, they couldn't help thinking of the golden eggs wrapped in green wild onions. His mouth was drooling, and even his eyes glowed a little.

Everyone rushed to the entrance of the cave, and after washing in the basin where the lactating female primitive had prepared water by the ditch on the west side of the cave in advance, they rushed into the cave.

I'm afraid that if I go late, I won't be able to eat anything in my mouth.

Although they also understand that the acquisition of food needs to be done in order, but smelling the tantalizing aroma, they just want to go in quickly.

Even if you can't eat it temporarily, you can feel at ease just looking at it.

After everyone came to the cave, they glanced at the place where the food was cooked, and automatically glanced at the familiar fish soup and barbecued meat, and quickly locked on the small half pot of food that looked very different beside Shenzi. eagerly.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Han Cheng was very satisfied.

After secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, with a calm and calm look, he told the elder brother the rules of getting dinner tonight.

There are no restrictions on fish soup and barbecue, as in the past, but you can't take too much of this half pot of vegetables, and make sure everyone can eat some.

When the elder brother was about to start making food for the respected Shenzi, he saw Shenzi suddenly lift the lid of a clay pot next to him.

The white heat lingers and dissipates, and the golden color is revealed from the black pottery pot. A fragrance different from the smell of meat hits the face, which makes people move their index fingers.

Those who were close were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that besides the savory dish, Shenzi also made such a delicious dish, which smelled delicious and had never been seen before. the food came out.

Under Han Cheng's careful care, most of the jars of dried millet rice, which appeared for the first time in the Qingque tribe, were cooked very well, without any sign of being mushy.

The big brother standing aside looked at Shenzi, and then at the dried millet rice in the jar. He didn't know what to do for a while. Facing this kind of food that he had never seen before, he felt helpless.

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