I am a primitive

Standing not far away, Han Cheng, a time traveler who was watching these, didn't realize that the leader of the Green Tribe was actually such a primitive man full of inner drama.

"Chi Chi ~ Chi Chi ~"

The old Huoyi came to the courtyard with a hand drill, and piled up a small pile of firewood at the location designated by the elder brother, with a larger pile of firewood next to it.

People in these tribes were no strangers to fire, just by looking at Huo Yi's actions, they knew that he was about to start a fire.

As the leader of this tribe said, they wanted to cook a pot of soup in a large pot that they and others brought back and thought it was bad, to prove that there was no problem with the pottery.

"The next step is to get coals from the cave to light the pyre."

This is the voice of all the outsiders who have been paying attention to the situation here after seeing the small firewood piled up by the fire.

However, Huo Yi's next action was beyond all their expectations.

Huo Yi didn't get up and go back to the cave to get the charcoal as they thought. Instead, he took the perforated wooden stick that was brought out and placed beside him for drilling fire to his body, and stepped on it with his feet.

Earlier, when the stick was turned upside down by the fire, the grooves for getting the fire were all facing the ground. In addition, these people didn't think about drilling wood to make fire, and didn't notice the stick.

It wasn't until Huo Yi brought the wooden stick, put it in front of him, and pressed it on the tinder, as if he was digging a stick to make fire, that the onlookers showed surprise expressions.

This neighboring tribe is so fierce?Even old people have to drill wood to make fire?Isn't this something that young and strong people can do?

Some people have a hard time remembering the occasional fire digging in their tribe.

Because even if the old primitive man was able to get out of the fire, it would be a long time later.

They are desperate to know how pottery makes a delicious broth that takes so long to make a fire...

"#￥!"

"#&...!"

Before they had finished distributing such thoughts, they were struck by the smoldering tinder in front of them and disappeared without a trace.

Many people couldn't help shouting, causing those who were watching the Qingque tribe to deal with the haggis couldn't help looking this way.

Huo Yi was happy in his heart, but at the same time he was a little arrogant. How could the things created by the Son of God be beyond the imagination of these outsiders?

She didn't rush to pick up the tinder to blow on, but first pressed the hand press drill under her legs, and then went to get the tinder to blow on the fire.

This hand-pressed drill is something she cherishes very much. It's okay to use the drill to let these outside tribes see the world, but they can't let them learn it.

Seeing these people looking at the hand drill in her hand in amazement and curiosity, she naturally wanted to hide it first.

The little flame danced and ignited the little pyre.

The people who heard the movement looked at the flame, the old primitive man adding firewood to the fire, and the amazed crowd, full of puzzlement.

I don't understand that this is just lighting a fire, how can it cause such a movement?Worth it?

After the acquaintances of the tribe told the truth with words and gestures, these people also became like the rest.

What kind of tribe is this?Even making a fire is so different and amazing!

"￥#DSF!"

Some people even asked Huo Yi with gestures, wanting to learn this wonderful way of making fire.

Huo Yi has the demeanor of an expert at this time, although she can't understand what these people say, she also understands what they mean.

Of course she would not tell these irrelevant people what she was proud of.

Faced with these people's inquiries, Huo's expression remained the same, and he just added more wood to the fire on his own.

I was thinking in my heart, fortunately, I was here to light the fire today. If it was Huo Er, he would definitely be unable to hold back. It is not impossible to show them the hand press drill and demonstrate it several times in person...

The fire rose, and as soon as Huo took the time to pick up the hand drill that was pressed under his legs, he hugged it in his arms at a speed that an old man should not have, wrapped it with the animal skin on his body, and brought it back to the cave to find a hidden one. The place is placed well, and then the fire is continued.

A few tall stones have been placed around the fire, and the large cooking pot that was replaced by the Green Tribe and brought back was placed firmly on the stones after being cleaned several times. Fill the clay pot with clean water inside.

After filling most of the vat with clean water, some people began to roughly chop the two sets of haggis that had been rinsed out with a stone knife and throw them into the vat, then covered the pot with a lid and ignored it, and went about their own business. Let the big vat be boiled here.

The leader of the Green Tribe has been standing by, unwilling to miss any details.

Seeing this, I couldn't help scratching my hair, I did the same thing myself, how could there be such a big difference in the taste of boiled food?

It was Han Cheng's idea to use haggis to make soup. Compared with mutton, haggis is much more difficult to store, so of course you have to eat it first.

And as long as you know how to make it, the taste of haggis soup is no worse than that of mutton soup.

Of course, that refers to the hereafter.

Now that he lacks all kinds of seasonings and tools, he is not capable of cooking such a delicious haggis soup.

However, it is no problem to fool primitive people who have never eaten anything.

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The lid of the pot, which was moistened by the steam and became very heavy, was lifted, and a large amount of white gas was transpired, and the more intense fragrance spread in all directions.

Many people from the Lv and Yang tribes, who have been staring at it for a moment since the vat began to steam, couldn't help sniffing hard, trying to get all the rich fragrance into their stomachs.

Han Cheng, the son of God and the first chef of the Qingque tribe, came over and stood firmly on a wooden pier with a height of [-] centimeters.

Holding a soup spoon tied with a long wooden stick in one hand, he stirred a few times in the soup which was about three centimeters away from the edge of the vat, and quickly struck out with the right hand holding the chopsticks, picking up a piece of haggis from the huge soup spoon. When the color is fine, put it back into the soup spoon and use chopsticks to pierce it. It doesn't take too much effort to pierce through.

Han Cheng nodded slightly, and then asked Huoyi to remove the unburnt large piece of wood under the vat. The soup was ready, so there was no need to use the fire again.

But even if the fire is removed, the charcoal under the tank can make the haggis soup in the tank boil for a while.

Han Cheng took the pottery bowl handed over by the person next to him, and filled the bowl with some haggis soup.

He only filled two bowls, signaling the leaders of the sheep and green tribes to come and drink.

This bowl was the same batch used by other tribes during the previous joy meeting, and now it has been cleaned and continued to be used to entertain them.

The leaders of the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe were a little excited that the son of God from a neighboring tribe served them soup. They are leaders, and they are more sensitive to status than ordinary people.

The leader of the Green Tribe took a large bowl containing some soup from Han Cheng, tilted the bowl to blow on the hot air, and couldn't wait to take a sip. He was eager to taste the taste of this soup. It's as delicious as anything I've had here before.

"Ok?"

After taking a sip of the hot soup, the leader of the Green Tribe let out a little bit of disbelief, smacked his lips and tasted it, then took another sip, his eyes opened even wider.

He removed the big bowl that was almost on his face, and stared at the child-like Kamito standing on the wooden pier with chopsticks in his hand and smiling at him.