I am a Primitive Man

The three giants of the Qingque tribe came out of the inner cave, and they were all enveloped in a kind of great joy, which made many people secretly speculate that something good would happen to their tribe.

Their speculation quickly disappeared. It was not the Big Three headed by Han Cheng who announced to everyone what they conspired in the secret room, but Chef Han Chenghan, who was the son of God, announced that he would cook delicious food himself. Food, eat with the crowd.

For the full-fledged foodie primitives, there is nothing more exciting than eating, even dressing, housing and humming primitive ditties have to be ranked behind eating.

Produced by Shenzi, it must be a high-quality product. This has already become the consensus of everyone in the Qingque tribe, even the three-year-old primitive man knows it.

In the past, they saw the people from the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe feasting there, and they were already drooling. Now, after hearing what the Son of God said, why not be excited? The whole tribe boiled instantly!

Han Cheng, Wu, and the elder brother couldn't help laughing heartily as they watched the lively scene.

According to Han Cheng's instructions, the crippled spouse had rubbed and washed three sheep's intestines with salt. She knew that the Son of God likes to be clean, so she scrubbed each intestine several times, very seriously.

Recalling the lack of food in the tribe in the past, when the lame turned over the intestines and roasted them directly on the fire without washing them, she shook her head with a smile.

He raised his eyes to look at the many foods, then looked at all the smiling clansmen, and finally his eyes fell on Shenzi who was ordering people to wash the vat, and the smile on his face was even stronger.

Gone are the days like that!

Sanhang washed and kneaded the intestines, and threw them into the vat without cutting them.

A pair of large sheep skeletons with a lot of meat on them were broken by stone knives and axes, and they were also put into the big vat.

Then put two sets of mutton haggis and half a fan of mutton into it, no need to add water, just these things, almost half a tank!

Several pots of water were poured into the vat to submerge the meat, and the heavy pot lid was put on the vat, and the fire that was in charge of starting the fire had already been raised.

The flames were still burning brightly, and they felt that they were not strong enough, so they raised Shaoya's mouth and kept blowing wind towards the fire.

Fortunately, Huo Yi didn't wear false teeth, or Han Cheng was really worried that when Huo Yi was blowing hard on Huo Yi, a pair of false teeth would blurt out...

Iron Head came back panting, dragging two pine branches that had just been broken off.

Han Cheng sniffled. The primitive man's style of doing things is really rough and unrestrained. He just asked him to break a small piece of pine branch back, but he got back so much directly.

Han Cheng nodded towards the iron head who was smirking at him, stretched out his hand and folded off two thick pine branches, the kind without pine needles, and washed them with clean water, lifted the lid of the big vat, and threw them into the vat. The soup is then boiled.

Li Lin, who was on the same team as Han Cheng in later generations, was the unscrupulous guy who was going to perform missions with him but decided to accompany his wife on Valentine's Day. His family is in the Northwest.

According to him, since his great-grandfather, his family has been running a mutton soup restaurant, and the mutton soup they make is unique in the local area.

Han Cheng didn't know if he had been running a mutton soup restaurant since his grandpa's generation, but the mutton soup made by this kid was really delicious.

If you are not single and love to eat,

I was moved by the three meals of mutton soup that this guy promised, and I would never agree to this guy, and went alone to find that dead foreign friend, then I would not become such a sad time traveler...

Thinking of this, Han Chengcheng burst into tears.

Relaxing the wooden stick in the mutton soup is the secret of the Li family that Han Cheng set up after this guy got drunk.

He himself tried to boil it a few times before, according to his words, adding pine sticks, the taste has indeed improved a lot, but compared with the one cooked by Li Lin, it is still a lot worse...

There is a large row of cleaned pottery bowls next to the big tank, which are spare.

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Shenzi standing on the wooden pier finally announced that the soup was ready.

Everyone was excited, waiting with anticipation to take turns to get soup.

However, what puzzled everyone was that Shenzi didn't directly scoop soup into bowls with a spoon as before, but asked several people to scoop up the large pieces of mutton, haggis and intestines boiled in the big vat first. Come out and put it on the extremely tightly woven wooden raft that has just been scrubbed clean.

Then people use stone knives and bone knives to cut the cooked meat while it is hot.

The large pieces of cooked mutton should be sliced ​​as much as possible, as is the haggis, and the intestines should be cut into sections.

While several people were cutting these, Han Cheng held the pottery pot with the cut meat, and put a few large slices of mutton, some haggis and some pieces of sheep intestines into the placed bowls one by one.

After putting it away, he picked up another pottery pot filled with half a pot of chopped wild onions, and put some chopped green onions in the bowls where the meat was placed one by one.

When putting chopped green onions, Han Cheng's heart was twitching. In order to make this pot of soup as good as possible, he directly made more than half of the wild onions...

Let go of the chopped green onion, and 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 spoonful of boiled, whitish mutton soup from the big vat, and poured it into the bowl.

When the hot mutton soup meets chopped green onion and mutton haggis intestines, it immediately inspires the intoxicating taste.

The white soup, some red meat, and embellished with green shallots, not to mention the taste, just looking at it makes people appetite.

Gudong.

Gudong!

Smelling the scent and looking at the delicacy, everyone including Wu couldn't help their throats rolling up and down...

Huh~

Holding the empty bowl, the eldest brother exhaled a long breath, feeling comfortable all over.

I thought that the salted fish soup and broth were already the most delicious, but today I drank the mutton soup made by Shenzi himself, and I was surprised that my previous understanding was shallow.

The second senior brother took a bone with mutton in one hand and bit it hard, the juice was flowing...

A feast of delicious 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 a shit stirrer.

The shouts of the people standing guard outside and the sound of bang bang clappers brought the Qingque tribe, which was still in the aftertaste, back to reality from the illusion.

Everyone became vigilant in an instant, and they filed out, not knowing where they came from.

Looking at the people with green heads in front of the gate of the tribe, Han Cheng suddenly had the urge to put his hand on his forehead. Didn't these guys just leave for a long time, why are they back again?

When did primitive people become so difficult?

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