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Besides, they were already hungry, and before they reached the cave, they were already aroused by the lingering fragrance, and they had extremely strong expectations for the food in the cave.

Han Cheng also specially fried the stir-fried vegetables that the Qingque tribe doesn't often eat, which added to the taste of dried millet rice.

In addition to Han Cheng's instructions to the big brother before the meal, and Han Cheng's fish soup and barbecue, just the impatient way of dealing with dried millet rice caused the people of the Qingque tribe to have never eaten before. A psychological hint that food must be delicious.

Let them have a preconceived notion that this food must be delicious before they even put the millet rice into their mouths.

Moreover, there are only more than half a jar of steamed millet rice in total, and the scarcity of the quantity further highlights its preciousness.

Under the influence of all kinds of external conditions, seven points of taste can be tasted twelve points!

What's more, the taste of dried millet rice itself is not bad. For those of the Qingque tribe who have never eaten it, it does have a strong sense of taste.

"Son of God..."

Seeing Han Cheng coming out of the inner hole with an empty bowl, the eldest brother put down the bowl and chopsticks and hurriedly greeted him, looking a little excited and asking about the millet rice.

He really wanted to know where Shenzi found this never-before-eaten food.

In fact, he already had some guesses in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

The leader of the Green Tribe brought something like a spike of grass. He had tasted it himself, and it didn't taste good at all, and its appearance was very different from this delicious yellow food.

It was really difficult for him to connect the grass seed-like thing with the memorable food that he just ate.

The rest of the people also looked at Han Cheng expectantly, wanting to get the truth from Han Cheng.

Lai, who participated in this incident, and Huoer, who saw what happened, have never disclosed the matter of millet rice.

Seeing the amazement and doubts of the people in the tribe at the new food made by the Son of God, they were very happy to know the truth.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Han Cheng smiled secretly in his heart, making you dare to despise Gu Zi!

He put down his rice bowl, turned around and took out a handful of ears of grain from the burr specially placed in the corner, held it up for everyone to see, and told everyone that the food they ate just now was made of these ears of grain.

Everyone was amazed, they didn't expect this unremarkable thing to be so delicious!

Those who knew the truth first felt more at ease in their hearts, as if they discovered that the humble millet can produce delicious food, and they shared the glory.

Holding the ear of millet in his hand, Han Cheng told everyone in the Qingque tribe about the millet while the iron was hot.

The eyes of the people in the Qingque tribe gradually blurred, and their expressions became a little intoxicated. They were all immersed in the golden dream woven by the son of corn...

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The morning breeze caressed, carrying a hint of chill. On the land without fire, ashes moved slightly with the wind.

"Pfft."

A bone shovel fell, followed by a big foot covered in mud and ash, stepped on the horizontal wooden stick above the bone of the shovel, stepped hard, and the bone shovel was sharpened by the mud Then it sank more than half into the soil.

Bigfoot left, the shovel was raised, and a piece of wet soil rose up with it.

With the help of the wind, some of the ashes on the surface of the soil took the opportunity to escape, while the rest were buried underground together by the overturned soil.

The elder brother wiped the sweat off his brow, spit two mouthfuls into the palms of his hands, and after rubbing each other, he held the shovel handle which had already been polished to a smooth surface and continued turning the ground, refusing to relax for even a moment.

It's not just him, but the rest of the people are also doing the same. They turn over the ground in full swing, and when they play with their spouse in their arms at night, they don't work as hard as they do now.

Thinking of the unforgettable millet rice they ate the night before, and the charming scene Miko described to them, they were all motivated.

Although Shenzi said that the millet can only be planted when the next spring is warm and the flowers bloom, and there is no need to hurry up on digging the ground, they still want to dig the ground out as soon as possible.

In this way, they will be able to harvest a lot of millet in time, and the delicious dried millet rice can be eaten every day just like the current fish and meat.

Oh, no, we also need to add the fragrant, sticky, warm millet porridge.

Many people even think that the golden millet porridge tastes better than the deer milk that Shenzi occasionally adds some watered wild vegetables and sprinkles some salt.

People are like this, they will move forward involuntarily.

At the beginning, what the Qingque Tribe pursued was only two meals a day, and no one would starve to death under austerity.

Later, after I stopped worrying about food, I gradually began to pay attention to the taste of food.

In this regard, it can be said that it has far surpassed several nearby tribes.

Well, it doesn't seem right to say that, the rest of the tribes are also pursuing taste, for example, the leader of the green tribe who is currently rubbing the green leaves on his head and falling down, distressed.

Carrying a large vat with all the black and ash wiped off, and holding two clay pots, the group of Green Tribe members who had worked hard all the way but were in high spirits received a warm welcome from the people left behind as soon as they returned to the tribe.

Everyone who came back with pottery raised their heads one by one, as if they had hunted a lot of prey.

The leader of the Green Tribe was even more satisfied, beating his chest with his hands to show his strength and competence to everyone in the tribe.

If it wasn't for him to go this time, just because of the not-so-good food that he brought, no one else would be able to exchange for these three pottery!

Moreover, I also got a promise from the son of God in the neighboring tribe to exchange for things with the fur and the ears of grass that no one would eat in their tribe.

Thinking of this incident, he couldn't restrain the joy in his heart.

For a man who likes to take advantage, there is nothing more pleasant than taking such a big advantage.

Food is very precious in the tribe, and he is reluctant to exchange it for pottery, but fur is not so particular. After all years of hunting, their tribe has accumulated enough fur. There are still many left.

As for the bad-tasting grass spikes, he was not even bothered.

The leader of the Green Tribe became even happier as he watched the tribal people surrounding the pottery vat, reaching out to touch it from time to time, looking extremely curious.

He waited for a while, opened his mouth to groan, and kept waving his hands, directing everyone to act.

Although it was not the usual time to eat, he still ordered everyone to start making food.

He can't wait to show the results of this exchange.

He wants everyone in the tribe to eat delicious food, so that everyone in the tribe is more respectful to him.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little elated.

That tribe refused to provide them with delicious soup, so now they make it themselves. With this big tank, they can enjoy that delicious food continuously.

Everyone in the Green Tribe, recalling what they saw in that wealthy tribe, found a few stones and put them next to the fire.

Then people took two earthen pots to fetch water from a spring not too far away, and poured it into the big vat.

The two clay pots were not brushed, and neither was the large vat that was carried all the way back.