From Chief to Ball

She knows the taste of sweetness, but this is the first time she has experienced it for so long.

She had already drank the juice in the clay pot, and licked the corner of her mouth with her tender tongue, but her brother pampered her with her hands and wiped away the remnants around her mouth.

On the clay pot was a newly sprouted maple tree, into which a broken pottery shard had penetrated, puncturing its sieve and severing its artery.

Those sugars that have been saved for the germination all winter have embarked on this never-before-traveled road in a daze.

For the first time, I saw the world outside the bark and smelled something other than sweetness. I didn't like it, but I couldn't go back.

Reluctantly, he and his friends fell into the light red clay pot, gathering more and more.

Dozens of terrines await under various trees, both maple and birch are sweet in spring.

Sweet, but not as greasy as honey, the extra sweetness is actually spring.

Spring is sweet, and naturally there is no love.

The singing birds are guarding the crystallization of their love, looking forward to the throbbing life inside breaking out of their shells.

The warm fluff carries the body temperature, guarding the child who is still sleeping in the eggshell. The couple looked at each other and called, and the wife opened her mouth and waited for her husband to bring food.

However, this warmth was disturbed by the footsteps of the hairless monsters, so they shouted to distract the attention of these hairless monsters.

However, these hairless monsters in animal skins were not affected by the mournful and warning cry at all, and stretched out their hands to snatch the eggs...

Life is thriving in such cruel competition.

The lost lives gathered in the tribe's caves, condensed different flavors, and bloomed on the tongues of the tribe.

There were flames all over the pottery pot, the water inside had boiled, and the mutton cut into large pieces was rolling inside, and the milky white soup exuded a umami taste that the tribe had never smelled before.

Mushrooms are cut into cubes with stones and mixed with lamb to create the ultimate freshness.

The numbness of the pepper leaves is also diffused in the boiling, penetrating the already soft white tender meat.

Two slices of mint and three tubers boil not only the taste, but also the people's pursuit of life and the desire for the continuation of life.

In another clay pot, the white and greasy sheep fat melted into oil, and the light blue smoke soared upwards.

Yuqian'er stood aside, watching her brother fiddle with the oil with two twigs.

In the pottery bowl beside him is the egg liquid that has been stirred well, mixed with slightly bitter fern root juice.

The tender green thorn buds and Chinese toon leaves rolled around in the egg liquid, and the body was tightly surrounded.

They were caught between two branches, and when they were dipped in suet, they immediately turned brown. The sun had already set, but the color of the setting sun appeared.

The fried thorn buds and Chinese toon rolls were piled up in the pottery bowl. The tempting taste finally made Yuqianer understand why my brother drool when he saw these pottery before.

In another small earthenware pot, the sap of maple and birch is gradually concentrating in it.

The water turned into white mist and dissipated, leaving behind the sweet maple syrup, which is now viscous.

The two logs were placed on the ground early, and small holes were carved out of them with stone tools.

Hold the earthenware pot with a cloth, pour the viscous sugar juice into the small holes in the wood, and wait for it to cool and form a block.

Yu Qianer, who had tasted a can of birch juice, swallowed her saliva, wondering how sweet the condensed sugar juice would be?

But her mind was quickly attracted by another taste, and the tubers cut into large pieces were thrown into the tumbling suet and fried until they turned yellow.

The sweetness of the fried starch is different, but this is not the end.

After taking it out, the remaining half of the can of maple syrup was poured into the oil, and the sizzling sound kept coming out. The splashed oil made Yuqian feel painful, but he was reluctant to leave, wanting to see the birth of a new taste.

The mixture of sugar and oil is another kind of viscous.

When it is thick enough to leave silk threads on the branches, put the fried tubers inside, and turn it over quickly, so that the sugar liquid can coat all the outer skins...

It was the first time that the people of the tribe knew that rice could be eaten like this. Just by smelling it, they could already imagine the beauty of these flavors blooming on the tip of the tongue.

The waiting changed from silence to anxiety, and the clansmen knocked on the clay bowls and pots in their hands, waiting for the last moment.

The old grandmother watched all this happily, and handed over the right to distribute food today to Chen Jian.

And Chen Jian's reward is fern root white juice poured into the boiling soup.

The white juice containing a lot of starch quickly condenses into a ball in boiling water, and when it is taken out with a fiber cloth, it is soft, transparent and creamy.

Carefully filled a bowl, it seemed that it might break apart at any moment, and I dared not use a little bit of strength.

Sprinkle a little physalis tender juice, serve with a few spicy chive leaves, add smashed dogwood for a spicy taste, put a little syrup, serve with two mints, and pour a little fried pepper leaves suet.

At the moment of entrance, there is a hint of numbness in the spicy, the taste buds bloom quickly, and the blood flow accelerates, but it intensifies the rest of the taste.

So the sourness of physalis, the sweetness of maple syrup, and the smell of suet are mixed together to form a new taste, covering the slightly bitter fern root Liangpi.

I was about to savor it, but it was replaced by the coolness of mint leaves, so I had to take another bite to experience the feeling of that moment...

The old people in the family and the aunts with bad teeth all have a bowl of fern root powder, and there is half a boiled bird egg in it.

The heat of late spring is dissipated by physalis and mint, the pungentness turns into sweat on the forehead, and the bitterness stays between the teeth to fight against the sweetness.

After eating a few mouthfuls, they hurriedly called the children and fed them, so that they could also feel the strange taste.

The adults each drank a bowl of mutton soup first.

Fresh, originally the taste of sheep, combined with mushrooms with the taste of spring rain, it stimulates people's appetite.

The wolf skin was so hot that he kept sticking out his tongue, but after drinking a bowl, he filled another bowl with a piece of cooked mutton in it.

He had never eaten boiled meat before, and he discovered a different taste from grilled meat, which was slightly sweeter and more tender.

In the pottery bowl next to it, the golden-fried thorn sprouts and Chinese toon wrapped in egg liquid are the children's favorite.

The outside is charred and the inside is tender. Although it has a slight smell of mutton, it is harmless.

The oil is soaked into the buds, and this is the first time that toonin has fused with the oil within a hundred miles.

But they are naturally compatible, and the entrance is sweet.

Yuqian'er ate a bunch of thorny old buds, so she turned her eyes to the bowl of tubers.

The elder brother clamped a piece with two branches, and the sticky sugar juice on it stretched out long strands. The children clapped their hands and applauded.

The silk thread was getting longer and longer, and the children stopped shouting, staring at the thread for fear of breaking it.

After it was finally broken, there was another cry of applause. Curiously imitating Chen Jian's example, he tied a piece with a branch and pulled out the sugar silk until it grew long.