I am a chief in a primitive tribe

The soap paste became thicker and thicker, and when the wood wind extinguished the fire, it was put out and put in a small jar until it cooled, and then it was kneaded into a square again.

"It's a pity that there are no molds, otherwise they could be made into other shapes. "

System, hand in the task!"

"Make soap and earn 200 achievement points."

The current achievement points are: 1150 points!"

"Alas, I wanted to have more, but I didn't expect to spend 350 achievements to achieve less!" Mu Feng lamented.

Fortunately, 300 points in exchange for long-term cooking skills is not a loss.

It's a pity that his current cooking skills are really "heroes are useless" - all kinds of ingredients are insufficient!

"No! Now that I have cooking skills and wild boars, I can't stop eating good things because of the lack of ingredients, otherwise what use do I want this cooking skill!"

"I've worked hard for so many days, and I don't have anything to enjoy it?"

But he looked at the whole cave and couldn't help but be sad and indignant: "Now the only comfort can only be oil residue!"

He remembers that when he was a child, in order to save money and eat oil, the family spent a few yuan to buy pork fat and put it in the pot to fry.

Children are greedy, smelling the fragrance of oil residue and can't stand it, so they hope that adults can be in a good mood to "reward" two pieces of oil residue.

He got the oil residue and had too little in his mouth, and he was reluctant to put two pieces in his mouth, and he was very entangled.

The oil residue enters the mouth, crunchy, and the fragrance is full between the lips and teeth.

At that time, Mu Feng was looking forward to one day frying the oil residue by himself, and he could eat as much as he wanted.

Now, the wish has come true – not on the modern earth, but in this primitive society that knows where and when.

However, fortunately, the poor surrounding conditions and the lack of food have brought out the deliciousness of the oil residue.

The wood wind cleaned the lark, and the hot stone jar began to refine the oil.

Seeing the stone jar smoke "slowly" and finally getting hot, he couldn't help but complain again: "This stone jar is too thick, I have to quickly find a way to make some light pottery." He

still remembers that the task of making pottery seemed to be 300 points.

The grease rattled in the stone jar, and soon a rich fragrance wafted out.

Mu Feng squatted in front of the jar, took a sharp breath, smelled the scent of oil residue very intoxicated, squinted his eyes and said with satisfaction: "That's the smell, it's refreshing!"

He smelled the scent of oil residue several times, then opened his eyes and turned the oil residue inside with chopsticks, picked a piece that had been yellowed, and took it out.

The oil residue that has just come out of the pot is still "rattling" and steaming.

The wood wind blew, and when he saw the heat fade, he hurriedly put it in his mouth.

But the oil residue was still a little hot, and he purred his mouth baldly, and his tongue rolled back and forth, so that he could adapt to the heat of the oil residue and chew it out.

"Fragrant!" Mu Feng couldn't help but praise.

At this moment, a pretty voice sounded: "It's so fragrant, Brother Mu Feng, what are you doing delicious?"

Mu Feng turned around and saw Bai Fang standing at the entrance of the cave with a jar of food, bringing him food.

"Oops, White Fang!" Mu Feng swallowed the oil residue, got up and said, "Come on, come on, there is something delicious for you to taste!"

"Delicious?" White Fang's eyes lit up, and his face dimpleed with a smile, "What a delicious thing, so fragrant!"

"You can taste it!" As

he spoke, Mu Feng took another piece of oil residue from the stone jar that had turned brown, and turned around and handed it to White Fang.

White Fang reached out to continue.

Mu Feng hurriedly shouted: "Hot!"

Bai Fang was startled, and hurriedly picked up another pair of chopsticks and blew a few breaths before putting them in his mouth.

"Ah, it's so fragrant!" White Fang pursed his mouth baldly, and his little hands kept fanning his mouth, obviously feeling hot, but he was reluctant to spit it out because it was too fragrant.

After a while, she was able to swallow this mouthful of oil residue, and then she stuck out her tongue and said curiously: "Brother Mu Feng, what is this, so fragrant?"

"Lard residue!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "It's the ...... fried from the fat on the pig's body"

As he was talking, Lihu and Mingguang also came to the entrance of the cave: "Big Chief, what are you eating, why is it so fragrant?"

"I'll go!" Mu Feng slandered, "Are you all dogs, you actually smelled it!"

But he just thought about it like this, so he naturally didn't take it seriously, but said with a smile: "Come on, come on, the oil residue from the fat fried on the wild boar is very fragrant!"

"Haha! We just want to come and taste it, thank you Great Chief!" The two of them were not polite, and they really came in and picked up the chopsticks and picked up the oil residue to eat.

As a result, he was careless, and Lihu didn't notice that the temperature of the oil residue was too high, and his mouth was hot.

Even so, he couldn't help but vomit when he ate the oil residue for the first time, covering his mouth and screaming "woo, woo, woo", which was very funny.

"Daddy!" White Fang was a little helpless, his eyebrows frowned, and he stomped his feet, which was cute.

Mu Feng flashed a flash of inspiration and said with a smile: "You wait a moment, and then let you taste another delicious thing!"

"Ah, there are still delicious things?" White Fang's eyes blinked like stars, full of anticipation.

"Well, scrambled eggs!" said

Mu Feng, who directly picked up a clean stone jar, set it on the fire and began to heat it, and then scooped a little lard that had not yet solidified and put it inside.

There was a "bang" on the stone jar.

Mu Feng hurriedly ran to the outside of the cave and picked up a lot of wild onions, peeled and washed them, cut them into sections, and quickly put them in a stone jar.

He hurriedly pulled it twice with his chopsticks, and in an instant, the fragrance of lard and green onions overflowed the entire cave.

"This ......" the three whitefangs were dumbfounded.

On this side, Mu Feng turned around and took a few eggs, broke them up and put them in a stone jar, pulled them twice, and the eggs solidified into pieces, and then he pinched a little salt and sprinkled them inside, and copied the chopsticks a few times, and then they came out.

A plate of scrambled eggs with lard and shallots from modern recipes is just that.

White Fang, Lihu and Mingguang looked at the yellow and fragrant scrambled eggs, and swallowed their saliva ......