I am a primitive

He was lost in thought for a while, and then he realized that his body shook suddenly, and then he shook his head like a rattle...

Beside the simple, temporary pigpen, Han Cheng didn't know the scene that happened in the distance, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, which made the leader of the Green Tribe blow his nose bubbles.

At this time, he was still lying on the edge of the pigsty, looking at the seven wild boars huddled together because of fear, thinking about it.

Twelve wild boars, two big and ten small, the largest one died in the trap, and the other adult was in good spirits and not seriously injured, so it could be kept alive.

However, it still didn't live. Under Han Cheng's order, the people of the Qingque tribe stabbed it to death in the trap before getting it out.

For killing the wild boar that fell into the trap, the people of the Qingque tribe did not have the slightest psychological pressure, even though its cry before death was particularly miserable.

On the contrary, many people felt a great pity when they saw the blood falling on the mud.

This kind of blood is collected in a basin and sprinkled with some salt. After it solidifies, it tastes extremely delicious.

Adult boars are less ideal candidates for domestication than immature piglets.

And with it, the seven wild boars will be more difficult to domesticate, which has become the reason why it must die.

Han Cheng looked here for a while, and after throwing a lot of grass into the simple pigsty, he turned and left.

He will do it himself in a while, and use the wild boar he hunted today to cook a hearty meal for everyone in the tribe.

Just treat it as a reward to everyone in the tribe before opening the sickle.

After all, there are hundreds of acres of millet this year. Once the rush to harvest starts, there will be a long period of time when they will not be able to relax. It is very necessary to have a good meal before harvesting.

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"Stab~"

The square piece of meat that had passed through the water was as large as a large basin, and Han Cheng took half of it in with a single brain.

After waiting for a while, pour half a jar of wine syrup into it, and start to cover and cook.

After doing this, another open clay jar, or something that can be called a clay pot, was also operated by him in the same way.

After drinking a jar, the dizzy wine disappeared, which made the second senior brother twitch in his heart when he saw this scene.

But then he looked forward to the food that was stewing in the pot.

After using a jar of good wine, this kind of food must taste wonderful after it is cooked!

He smelled the gradually rising fragrance, and the corners of his mouth uncontrollably flowed out a glistening stream of saliva.

After discovering it, he quickly sucked it up, licked his mouth, turned around and continued digging the foundation.

"Slow down the fire."

Han Cheng lifted the lid of the pot, stirred it, saw that the water had boiled, and then spoke to the fire.

Then put a few pig intestines that had been cleaned, cooked and cut into the other two large vats that are often used to cook soup, add water and start to boil.

When it is about to come out of the pot, put salt, chopped green onion and washed wild vegetables into it, then put two tablespoons of fruit vinegar, stir it, and put it in a large basin.

A sour fragrance has been diffused, and the smell makes people move their index fingers.

After making this sour intestine soup, the stewed meat is already rotten.

Han Cheng put some salt into it, and after stirring, put a spoonful of sticky honey into another one.

After the thick honey met the hot meat, it gradually turned red, and at the same time the meat also became shiny, looking very good in color.

A pleasant and non-greasy sweet fragrance hits the nostrils.

The people who were helping here all kept looking at the large pot of freshly cooked meat, and the movements of their hands slowed down.

A jar of wine, two spoonfuls of honey that is so sweet that people can't wait to eat it with their tongues, such a good thing, just to make these two dishes?

God, how delicious this pot of meat should be!

They can't imagine.

This dish made by Han Cheng is the original version of braised pork.

Because of the lack of rock sugar and soy sauce, and the clay pot used, this braised pork looks much inferior to the later generations, which is a bit regrettable.

But after seeing the reactions of the people around him, Han Chengcheng had no regrets.

"Don't look, everyone has a share, hurry up and finish the rest, so that you can eat earlier."

he laughed out loud.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone hurriedly accelerated the speed of their subordinates.

At the entrance of the cave, more and more people came here to drink tea, one by one, one after another.

Even if you are not thirsty, you have to pretend to be very thirsty, and come and run a couple of times,

It's not for drinking herbal tea, but for smelling the tempting aroma up close, and stretching your head to see the delicious food in the cave.

Then he happily ran away, digging the foundation, and telling the tribe how delicious the food made by the Son of God was.

Everyone felt itchy when they heard it, and they only hoped that the meal would be served sooner.

"Don't drink, be careful that you don't have a stomach to eat later."

Han Cheng looked at Tietou who came to drink water for the fourth time and said with a smile.

After being said by Han Cheng, the iron head suddenly realized this matter, and his complexion suddenly became bitter...

"This this……"

He took a mouthful of braised pork, savored it in his mouth for a long time before finally being willing to swallow it, looking at the remaining half of the meat, he didn't know what to say for a while.

How can it be so delicious?

The rest of the people also changed their faces one by one.

After taking a sip, there are those who can't stop like the wind and clouds, and are stunned on the spot like a witch, savoring carefully, and some are reluctant to sip again.

Bai Xuemei's small mouth moved quickly, her mouth was clean from eating, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, she looked at Brother Cheng beside her, her face was full of admiration.

Han Cheng saw everyone's reflections in his eyes, and he was very helpful in his heart. For a cook, there is nothing more gratifying than the well-cooked food being unanimously praised by everyone.

He picked up a piece of braised pork made of pork belly, brought it to his mouth and took a bite, the fat was crispy, the thin one was easy to bite, sweet and not greasy, it was not bad.