I am a primitive

At this time, the leader of the Yang Tribe also removed the bowl that was on his face, and after looking at the leader of the Green Tribe with a similar expression, he also looked at Han Cheng to see what the Son of God was going to say.

Knowing what the Son of God was going to do, Wu and Eldest Brother looked at the leaders of the Yang and Lu tribes, and secretly held back their laughter.

"￥#%DSX@"

The leader of the Green Tribe paused for a while, holding a bowl, and said something excitedly to the elder brother.

Of course, it is not to praise the deliciousness of the haggis soup, but to find that the haggis soup is the same as the one he cooked in the tribe. Too much too much.

Of course, this soup is not delicious, because Han Cheng didn't put salt in it.

The leader of the Green Tribe, who has cooked the food himself, did not know about adding salt to the soup, because during the happy meeting, the Qingque tribe used the salted fish with the largest number of soups to entertain them. .

The salted fish itself is fed with a salt bag, so there is no need to add salt when cooking the soup.

The elder brother waved his hand at the leader of the Green Tribe, and pointed at Han Cheng, signaling him not to speak, and to watch the Son of God do what he did.

Han Cheng took a small jar of crushed salt from a person who was usually in charge of cooking, and tilted the salt jar towards the leaders of the Lv and Yang tribes so that they could see the salt inside.

The leaders of the Lu and Yang tribes were all surprised when they saw the white things in the jar. How could this neighboring tribe keep the winter snow until now? !

Without waiting for them to take a closer look, Han Chengcheng removed the jar, and then poured some of the salt inside into a soup spoon in front of everyone, and put the soup spoon into the soup pot.

He held the handle of the spoon with both hands and stirred vigorously. With his movement, more white air rose up.

Han Cheng stirred for a while, and when he felt it was even, he stopped, turned around and looked at the leaders of the Lv and Yang tribes, motioned them to finish the soup in the bowl, and then handed over the bowl.

The two looked at Han Cheng's actions for a while, not understanding what this kid-like God Son meant.

It wasn't until the elder brother who was standing not far away came, took their hand holding the bowl, and pushed the bowl to their mouths, that they suddenly realized.

Han Cheng scooped up half a spoonful of haggis soup and poured it into the bowls held by the leaders of the Lv and Yang tribes.

This time without his signal, the two of them consciously picked up the bowl and began to taste the soup in the bowl.

The eyes of the leader of the Green Tribe lit up again. Although the soup in the bowl in his hand tasted different from the fish soup he drank at the happy meeting, it was still delicious.

Compared with what I just drank, it's like heaven and earth!

After he took a sip, he couldn't help speeding up. There wasn't too much soup in the bowl, and it was gone soon.

The leader of the Green Tribe raised his head high, and the bowl was completely tilted.

He opened his mouth and waited until the two drops of soup that dangled and refused to come down from the side of the bowl fell into his mouth, then he put down the bowl, savoring the wonderful taste just now, and looked at the little boy next to the god with bright eyes. jar.

If it wasn't for the fear of causing misunderstanding and the fact that he and others couldn't beat the tribe, he would definitely rush over and snatch the little pot and hold it in his arms.

The reaction of the leader of the sheep tribe was similar to that of the leader of the green tribe, and he also stared at the small jar with burning eyes.

What is in there?How did the plain soup become so delicious after adding some of it? !

The people of the Qingque tribe who had been looking forward to it all the time saw the leaders of the Lv and Yang tribes showing the expressions they expected, and they were all very refreshed, with kind smiles on their faces.

This feeling of watching other tribes amazed by the things of your own tribe is really wonderful, and it is more comfortable than drinking delicious haggis soup into your mouth.

"#￥DE@"

The leaders of the sheep and green tribes rushed to the elder brother without caring about continuing to drink the soup, and eagerly asked about the salt.

Han Cheng looked at all this with a smile, took some with a spoon and poured it into his own bowl, blew on the hot air and took a sip, his brows were slightly wrinkled, as expected, star anise, pepper, cinnamon and so on were missing Spices, and there is no colorful chili oil, balsamic vinegar, and coriander. The taste of this haggis soup is too different from that of later generations.

After he tasted some, he didn't want to drink any more. He was going to save his stomach, and cook some more mutton to eat after these people were sent away.

He doesn't think it's very delicious, but the people of the Lu and Yang tribes don't think so. They hold a large bowl of haggis soup, and can't stop drinking it, as if their mouths and tongues are made of stone. Yes, I don't know what it is hot at all.

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Facts have proved that primitive people are full-fledged foodies. Except for Han Cheng who tasted a little bit of such a big pot of haggis soup, the people of the Qingque tribe didn't touch it. They let 29 of them eat it. There is nothing left of it!

There are still a few guys here, while clutching their stomachs, they stick out their tongues and lick the bowl in their hands. It’s not a big deal after licking their own, and they ask for the bowl used by their companions to continue licking. , Don't stop until it's clean as if it's been washed with water, and I'm not afraid to push myself to death.

Han Cheng turned his head away, and couldn't bear to look at it again. If he looked at it again, he was worried that he would not be able to restrain the urge to hit someone.

These bowls have to be put away by themselves!

Anyone in the Qingque tribe who dares to eat like this or eat with these bowls must be kicked!

The leaders of the sheep tribe and the green tribe held a small pot each, unwilling to let go.

This little jar contains pure white salt.

At the beginning, they didn't dare to touch them with their hands, fearing that they would melt like snow. After hesitating for a while, they tentatively touched them with their hands.

The leader of the Green Tribe took his hand out of the jar and looked at the snow-like thing inside the jar with an excited expression, as if seeing bowls of steaming delicious food.

Although the salt on the inner surface of the jar had been discolored by his unwashed hands, in his eyes, the charm of these things did not diminish at all.

"Salt!"

He repeated the name he had just learned from the tribal leader. Although he felt it was a bit awkward, he didn't have too many other thoughts, after all, he had never come into contact with it before.

"Salt!"

The leader of the sheep tribe looked at the snow-white thing in the jar in his hand, and couldn't help repeating it.

Hearing the words of the leaders of the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe sounded awkward, Han Cheng held back his smile, well, he led two tribes away again.

In fact, the Mandarin they can speak is not only the salt they just learned, but also the words 'jar, pottery, jar'.

They are all new things from the Qingque tribe.

The leaders of the sheep tribe and the green tribe felt a little apprehensive, but they refused to put down the jar of salt in their hands.

They are worried because the salt in their hands is too precious. When cooking the soup, they only need to put some on it, and the soup will become extra delicious.

In their view, pottery is precious enough, but salt is packed in pottery, and its preciousness can be imagined.

Thinking about the many things they spent in exchange for pottery, facing this precious salt at this time, they will naturally feel uneasy.

It is obviously impossible to just let them give up the salt.

The biggest reason they traded for pottery was the delicious, nostalgic broth, and after learning that salt is what makes soup delicious, they certainly wouldn't give it up.

"Salt!"

After a while of silence, the leader of the sheep tribe pointed to a lamb being skinned, shook his two fingers, patted the jar of salt in his hand, and said aloud.

It means to exchange two lambs for a pot of salt.