I am a primitive

Even so, the stone is not transparent.

Its surface is not smooth, with many small edges.

It can be seen that these edges are some original things on the stone, which are left after falling off.

Han Cheng took it in his hand and touched it with his fingers. A delicate feeling came from his fingertips.

Han Cheng held it up to his eyes and watched it carefully. After a while, a smile appeared on his face.

If I'm not mistaken, this thing is very likely to be that thing!

Han Cheng put it aside, then squatted here, and continued to check the rest.

After a while, Han Cheng couldn't help sighing.

Among so many stones, he did not find any trace of the iron ore he wanted.

This is really a sad and sad thing.

Why is it so difficult for my own tribe to find iron ore?

Han Cheng held back his head and raised his head to ask the sky.

"Son of God, this is?"

Mao looked at the white stone that Han Cheng took out alone and put aside, and asked Han Cheng if he wanted to know if it was iron ore.

"This is not iron ore, but another kind of stone, which has some uses."

"The kind you can eat."

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng added this.

There is no one in the tribe who is not interested in eating.

The same is true for Mao, who seems to have been trained and holds titles such as No. 1 Qingque tribe translator and the first live map.

After hearing Han Cheng say that this food is edible, his eyes lit up immediately.

Hurrying to come to him, Dayou made a gesture of quietly putting some on it now, to have a taste.

Seeing this, Han Cheng hurriedly stopped him with a smile.

"This thing cannot be eaten directly, it is something like an ingredient."

Hearing what Han Cheng said, Mao gave up the idea of ​​trying something new now...

"Squeak~Squeak~"

In a room, as the sling was shaken, there was a rhythmic creaking sound.

The soy milk in a line flowed down the watery bottom of the sling and fell into the basin below.

In the humble room, there is the smell of raw soy milk...

"use this."

When it’s time to order tofu, those in charge of ordering tofu in the tribe habitually go to find brine.

Han Cheng smiled and handed over a bowl.

There is some water in this bowl, but the water is not clear.

Under Han Cheng's signal, the man poured the water into the big vat containing cooked soybean milk, and then began to hold a long-handled scraper to the bottom of the vat, slowly and slowly. But turn up the soy milk very thoroughly.

After flipping a few times, I temporarily stopped the movement in my hand, took the prepared wooden shovel from the side, picked some from the inside, and carefully watched the color...

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In the kitchen of Jinguan City, Han Cheng lifted the lid of the vat with his own hands, and the scene in front of him appeared in front of him amidst the steaming heat.

I saw that the soy milk in the tank was completely defecated at this time, from thin to thick, it was completely solidified and became one.

Han Cheng couldn't help being overjoyed to see this.

It seems that I was not wrong about what I saw before, the stone was indeed what I remembered.

Dang even used a copper spoon with a very thin edge, dug out a large spoonful of tofu brain from the tank, put it into the bowl, added some smashed fruit sugar, stirred it with the spoon, and scooped up a spoonful of it impatiently. , brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.

The bean brain, which seemed to have been completely integrated, turned into water when it reached the mouth.

Still can feel some of its solidity.

Tofu nao is extremely smooth and delicate. The aroma of tofu is mixed with the sweetness of sugar. It is extremely enjoyable to drink.

Among the tribe, there are many people who like to drink tofu nao, but not all like to drink sweet tofu nao like Han Cheng.

Most people like to drink salted tofu nao with salt, shallots and sauce.

Because of drinking too much, everyone in the tribe has a high awareness of tofu nao.

For example, now, just a spoonful of tofu nao, many people in the tribe have already realized the difference between this tofu nao and other tofu nao.

Today's tofu nao tastes better and tastes better than the tofu nao in the past.

Great taste!

"How did this tofu nao become so delicious?"

Someone asked in surprise.

More people were there to praise the person who ordered the tofu brain for his good craftsmanship, and he performed exceptionally today.

"It was the Son of God, the Son of God who gave it to me..."

The person who was praised looked very embarrassed, and his whole face couldn't help but flushed red.

He explained to those who praised him in this way.

After the explanation, the whole person also became curious and excited.

I was curious because I didn’t know what the god son gave me. I was excited because if there were many such things and they could be easily obtained, then in the days to come, I would be able to make a lot of this delicious tofu nao up!

It can make the tofu brain of one's own tribe become more high-quality.

"It's plaster."

Han Cheng, who put down the empty bowl, said to the people in the tribe with a smile while holding a stone.