I am a Primitive Man

Stab~

The square piece of meat that had passed through the water was as large as a large basin, and Han Cheng took half of it in with a single brain.

After waiting for a while, pour half a jar of wine syrup into it, and start to cover and cook.

After doing this, another open clay jar, or something that can be called a clay pot, was also operated by him in the same way.

After drinking a jar, the dizzy wine disappeared, which made the second senior brother twitch in his heart when he saw this scene.

But then he looked forward to the food that was stewing in the pot.

After using a jar of good wine, this kind of food must taste wonderful after it is cooked!

He smelled the gradually rising fragrance, and the corners of his mouth uncontrollably flowed out a glistening stream of saliva.

After discovering it, he quickly sucked it up, licked his mouth, turned around and continued digging the foundation.

Slow down the fire.

Han Cheng lifted the lid of the pot, stirred it, saw that the water had boiled, and then spoke to the fire.

Then put a few pig intestines that had been cleaned, cooked and cut into the other two large vats that are often used to cook soup, add water and start to boil.

When it is about to come out of the pot, put salt, chopped green onion and washed wild vegetables into it, then put two tablespoons of fruit vinegar, stir it, and put it in a large basin.

A sour fragrance has been diffused, and the smell makes people move their index fingers.

After making this sour intestine soup, the stewed meat is already rotten.

Han Cheng put some salt into it, and after stirring, put a spoonful of sticky honey into another one.

After the thick honey met the hot meat, it gradually turned red, and at the same time the meat also became shiny, looking very good in color.

A pleasant and non-greasy sweet fragrance hits the nostrils.

The people who were helping here all kept looking at the large pot of freshly cooked meat, and the movements of their hands slowed down.

A jar of wine, two spoonfuls of honey that is so sweet that you can't wait to eat it with your tongue,

Such a good thing, just to make these two dishes?

God, how delicious this pot of meat should be!

They can't imagine.

This dish made by Han Cheng is the original version of braised pork.

Because of the lack of rock sugar and soy sauce, and the clay pot used, this braised pork looks much inferior to the later generations, which is a bit regrettable.

But after seeing the reactions of the people around him, Han Chengcheng had no regrets.

Don't look, everyone has a share, hurry up and finish the rest, so that you can eat earlier.

he laughed out loud.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone hurriedly accelerated the speed of their subordinates.

At the entrance of the cave, more and more people came here to drink tea, one by one, one after another.

Even if you are not thirsty, you have to pretend to be very thirsty, and come and run a couple of times,

It's not for drinking herbal tea, but for smelling the tempting aroma up close, and stretching your head to see the delicious food in the cave.

Then he happily ran away, digging the foundation, and telling the tribe how delicious the food made by the Son of God was.

Everyone felt itchy when they heard it, and they only hoped that the meal would be served sooner.

Don't drink, be careful that you don't have a stomach to eat later.

Han Cheng looked at Tietou who came to drink water for the fourth time and said with a smile.

After being said by Han Cheng, the iron head suddenly realized this matter, and his complexion suddenly became bitter...

This this……

He took a mouthful of braised pork, savored it in his mouth for a long time before finally being willing to swallow it, looking at the remaining half of the meat, he didn't know what to say for a while.

How can it be so delicious?

The rest of the people also changed their faces one by one.

After taking a sip, there are those who can't stop like the wind and clouds, and are stunned on the spot like a witch, savoring carefully, and some are reluctant to sip again.

Bai Xuemei's small mouth moved quickly, her mouth was clean from eating, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, she looked at Brother Cheng beside her, her face was full of admiration.

Han Cheng saw everyone's reflections in his eyes, and he was very helpful in his heart. For a cook, there is nothing more gratifying than the well-cooked food being unanimously praised by everyone.

He picked up a piece of braised pork made of pork belly, brought it to his mouth and took a bite, the fat was crispy, the thin one was easy to bite, sweet and not greasy, it was not bad.

However, compared with the braised pork eaten in later generations, it is still much worse.

And if you savor it carefully, you can still taste a not-so-good taste in these meats, even if you use wine, honey, onions, etc., they can't completely cover it.

Han Cheng knew the source of the smell, it was from the wild boar.

If you want to make wild boar delicious and completely remove this taste, you need to continue to domesticate it. At the same time, there is another necessary method, which is to kill the boar.

Of course, except for breeding pigs.

After Han Cheng left, those wild boars who tried to leave but couldn't get out, had grown up a lot of courage at this time, and began to eat the grass that Han Cheng threw in.

They are eating the grass, but they don't know that some of them will lose their balls in the future and become little eunuchs...

Facts have proved that primitive people are more than a bucket that can hold food.

This time Han Cheng made more food on purpose, which was nearly 50% more than the normal amount of food before!

However, all these extra food disappeared at this moment, and all of them were packed into the stomachs of the tribesmen.

Looking at the crowd holding their stomachs and humming, Han Cheng, who was still sniffling his nose, could only keep repeating the word fantasy in his heart...

The foundation has not yet been dug, and the pigsty stopped.

The large piece of millet planted outside the tribe, the first planted, has matured, and it's time to rush to harvest the millet.

All the available manpower of the Qingque tribe was put into the great cause of harvesting millet, even Han Cheng, the son of God, was no exception.

All those unimportant tasks are stopped. At this time, everything must give way to the autumn harvest.

After all, these golden grains that watered their sweat are an extremely important food for them in the coming time.

Chi Leng~ Chi Leng~

The sickle in Tietou's hand jumped happily, and every time such a sound sounded, a row of grains was cut down by him and entered into his left hand.

At this time, it was the happiest moment for Tietou. The magical skills he had honed from mowing the grass could finally be displayed openly in front of people.

Compared with the messy grass, Chenglong's millet is really easy to mow for Tietou.

When others pass by, they only cut two columbines (six longs), and he is directly three columbines! And the speed is faster than being caught.

Often the people who opened the scythe at the same time as him would take a long time to cut off the head, and the iron head was already sitting on the ridge of the field to rest.

When others finally cut off their heads and began to rest while wiping off their sweat, he, who had already rested, got up and began to cut back again, and the harvested area was still very clean, with almost no grain dropped.

When it comes to harvesting crops, Tietou will always be a man that others cannot look up to.

Of course, he also blindly showed his speed, ignoring others. When he was about to finish work, after he cut the head, he would not start a new one. Instead, he turned his head and took responsibility for those who were left behind by him at the harvest A few times, 'meet' with them...