I am a Primitive Man

"Stab~"

After passing the water square meat, it was as much as a big pot, half of it was taken in by Han Cheng brainstorming.

After waiting for a while, pour half a jar of wine syrup into it, close the lid and start boiling.

After doing this, another open pottery jar, or something that can be called a pottery pot, was also manipulated by him.

After drinking a jar, the dizzy wine was gone, making the second senior brother who saw this scene stunned.

But then he looked forward to the food being stewed in the pot.

After using a full jar of delicious wine, such food, after making it, will definitely taste wonderful!

He smelled the scent that gradually floated, and a sliver of clear saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

After finding out, he quickly sucked up, licked his mouth, turned around and went to dig the foundation.

"The fire is smaller."

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

Then put the washed, cooked and cut pig intestines into the other two large tanks that are often used for making soup, add water and start cooking.

When it comes out of the pot, put salt, chopped green onion, and cleaned wild vegetables into it, then put in two large spoons of fruit vinegar, stir, and transfer to a large pot.

A scent of sourness has diffused out, and the smell of it makes the index finger move.

After the sour intestine soup was made, the stewed meat was also rotten.

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

After the thick honey meets the hot pieces of meat, it gradually turns red, and at the same time the pieces of meat also become shiny and look very good in color.

A sweet and not greasy fragrance came.

The people who were helping here kept looking at the big pot of meat that was just out of the pot, and the movements of their men slowed down.

A jar of wine and two spoons of honey that is so sweet that you can't wait to eat your tongue. Such a good thing is to make these two pots of vegetables?

God, how delicious this pot of meat should be!

They dare not imagine.

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

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

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

"Don't look at it, everyone has a share, hurry up and finish all the rest, so I can eat early."

He laughed out loud.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone quickly accelerated the speed of his men.

At the entrance of the cave, more and more people came here to drink tea, one by one in an endless stream.

Even if you are not thirsty, you have to pretend to be thirsty and come over and run twice.

Not to drink herbal tea, but to smell the tempting scent up close and look at the delicious food in the cave.

Then he ran away happily, digging the foundation while telling the tribe how delicious the food made by the son of God is so delicious.

Everyone was itching to hear, and only hoped that the meal would be served earlier.

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

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

When Han Cheng said this, the iron head who suddenly realized this matter suddenly became bitter...

"This this……"

After taking a mouthful of the braised pork, he tasted it in his mouth for a long time before finally willing to swallow it. Looking at the remaining half of the meat, for a while, he didn't know what to say.

How can it be so delicious?

The other people also changed their faces one by one.

After taking a bite, some of the wind can no longer stop, and some are stunned on the spot like a witch, savoring it carefully, and reluctant to say anything again.

Bai Xuemei's small mouth moved swiftly, her mouth glistened, her crescent eyes narrowed, her face was full of admiration when she looked at the adult brother next to her.

Han Cheng saw everyone's reaction in his eyes, and he was very helpful in his heart. For a cook, there is nothing more delightful than carefully cooked food that is praised by everyone.

He picked up a piece of braised pork made of pork belly and took a bite to his mouth. It was fat and crisp, thin and easy to bite, sweet and not greasy, which was not bad.

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

And if you taste it carefully, you can still taste a not-so-good taste in the meat, even if you use wine, honey, and green onions, it can't be completely covered.

Han Cheng knew that the source of this taste was the wild pork.

If you want to make wild boar delicious and completely remove the taste, you need to continuously domesticate it. At the same time, there is a necessary method, which is to gel 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 a lot of courage at this time, and began to eat the grass that Han Cheng had thrown in.

They are eating the green grass, and they don’t know that in the future, some of them will lose their eggs and become like little eunuchs...

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

This time Han Cheng deliberately made more food, which is nearly 50% more than the normal amount of food before!

However, all these extra foods were now gone, and all were packed into the stomachs of the tribesmen.

Looking at the people who were holding their stomachs and humming, and still unsatisfied, Han Cheng, who was smoking his nose, could only repeat the two words in his heart...

The foundation has not yet been dug into the pigpen, so he stopped.

The large tracts of millet planted outside the tribe, the ones planted at the beginning, have matured, and it is time to grab the millet.

All the human hands of the Qingque tribe have been devoted to the great cause of harvesting grains, even Han Cheng, the **** child.

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

After all, these golden grains, which have been watered with their sweat, are an extremely important food for them in the following time.

"Stunned~~stunned~"

The sickle in Tietou's hand jumped happily, and every time such a sound sounded, a slip of millet was cut down by him ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and entered into his left hand.

At this time, it was the happiest moment for Tietou, and the magical skill he had cultivated because of mowing the grass could finally show off in front of others.

Compared with the messy grass, the millet in Chenglong is too easy to cut for Tietou.

When someone else passes by, he will cut two columbine (Six Long), he is directly three columbine! And the speed is faster than being.

Often the person who used his sickle at the same time had to take a long time to cut his head, and the iron head was already sitting on the ridge of the ground to rest.

When others finally cut their heads and began to wipe their sweat to rest, he, who had already rested, got up and started to cut back, and the place where he was harvested was still very clean, and he basically did not fall off the grain.

In the matter of harvesting crops, Tietou will always be a man whom others cannot look up to.

Of course, he also blindly showed his speed, regardless of others, when he was about to end work, after he cut his head, he would not open a new one, but turned his head to the person who was left behind by the harvest. A few times,'meet' with them...