Chapter 69 Delicious Lard and Scrambled Eggs

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The soap cream became thicker and thicker, and Mu Feng put out the fire and poured it out, put it in a small jar and waited for it to cool, and then rolled it into a square again.

"It's a pity that there is no mold, otherwise it can be made into other shapes."

"System, hand in the task!"

"Make soap, get 200 achievement points.

Now the achievement points are: 1150 points! "

"Hey, I wanted to get more, but I didn't expect to spend 350 achievement points, but it's less!" Mu Feng lamented.

Fortunately, 300 points in exchange for long-term cooking skills are not a loss.

It's a pity that his current cooking skills are really "heroes are useless" - all kinds of materials are insufficient!

"No! Now that I have cooking skills, and so do wild boars, I can't stop eating good food because of lack of ingredients, otherwise, what's the use of my cooking skills!"

"It's been so hard for so many days, and you don't have anything to enjoy?"

But he looked around the whole cave, and couldn't help but feel sad and angry: "The only consolation now is the oil residue!"

He remembered that when he was a child, in order to save money on oil, he spent a few dollars to buy lard fat and fry it in the pot. The fried oil residue was called an incense.

The children are greedy and can't stand the smell of the oil residue, so they hope that the adults will be in a good mood and "reward" two pieces of oil residue.

With the oil residue, he thought it was too little to put one piece into his mouth, and he was reluctant to put two pieces into his mouth, so he was very entangled.

The oil residue enters the mouth, it is crunchy, and the lips and teeth are full of fragrance.

At that time, Mu Feng was looking forward to the day when he would be able to fry the oil residue himself, and eat as much as he wanted.

Now, the wish has come true - not in the modern earth, but in this primitive society that does not know where or when.

Fortunately, the rudimentary surrounding conditions and the lack of food further accentuate the deliciousness of the oil residue.

The wood wind cleaned the lard and heated the stone jar to start refining the oil.

Seeing that the stone jar was smoking "slowly", and finally became hot, he couldn't help but complain again: "This stone jar is too thick, so I have to think of a way to make some light and thin pottery. "

He still remembered that the task of making pottery seemed to come at 300 points.

The oil made a "squeak" sound in the stone jar, and an extremely rich fragrance wafted out soon.

Mu Feng squatted in front of the jar, took a deep breath, smelled the fragrance of the oil residue very intoxicated, narrowed his eyes and said contentedly, "It's the smell, it's refreshing!"

He took a few sips of the smell of the oil residue, then opened his eyes and flipped the oil residue inside with chopsticks, picked a yellowed one, and took it out.

The oil residue that just came out of the pan was still making a "squeaky" sound and was steaming.

The wood wind blew, and seeing the heat faded, he hurriedly put it in his mouth.

But the oil residue was still a little hot. He pursed his mouth and rolled his tongue back and forth. Only then did he get used to the heat of the oil residue and chew it.

"Fragrant!" Mu Feng couldn't help but praised.

At this moment, a pretty voice sounded: "It's so fragrant, Brother Mufeng, what are you doing delicious?"

When Mu Feng turned around, he saw that White Fang was standing at the entrance of the cave with a jar of food in his hands, bringing him food.

"Aiya, White Fang!" Mu Feng swallowed the oil residue in one gulp, stood up and said, "Come on, come on, there is something delicious for you to try!"

"Delicious?" Bai

Teeth's eyes lit up, and a dimpled smile appeared on his face, "What's so delicious, so fragrant!"

"You'll know when you taste it!"

Saying that, Mu Feng took another piece of oil residue that had turned brown from the stone jar, and turned around and handed it to White Fang.

White Fang stretched out his hand to follow.

Mu Feng hurriedly shouted, "Hot!"

White Fang was startled, and quickly picked up another pair of chopsticks, followed by blowing a few breaths before putting them in his mouth.

"Yeah, it's so fragrant!" White Fang pursed his lips baldly, and kept flapping his small hand around his mouth, obviously feeling hot, but he was reluctant to spit it out because it was too fragrant.

It took a while for her to swallow the oil residue, and then she stuck out her tongue and said curiously, "Brother Mu Feng, what is this, it smells so good?"

"Lard residue!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "It's the fat from the pig's body..."

Just as they were talking, Lihu and Mingguang also came to the entrance of the cave: "Great Chief, what are you eating, why is it so delicious?"

"I'm going!" Mu Feng murmured, "Are you all a dog? You actually smelled it and came here!"

But he just thought about it like this. Naturally, he didn't take it seriously, but said with a smile: "Come on, come on, the oil residue from the fat of the wild boar is very fragrant!"

"Haha! We just wanted to come and taste it, thank you Great Chief!" The two of them were not polite, they really came in and picked up the chopsticks to eat the oil residue.

In the end, Lihu didn't notice that the temperature of the oil residue was too high, and his mouth was burning.

Even so, the first time he ate the oil residue, he couldn't help but vomit.

"Father!" White Fang was a little helpless, he frowned lightly, and stomped his feet, really cute.

With a flash of inspiration, Mu Feng said with a smile, "Wait a moment, and then let you taste another delicious food!"

"Ah, and something delicious?" White Fang's eyes blinked like stars, full of anticipation.

"Well, scrambled eggs!"

Speaking of which, Mu Feng directly picked up a clean stone jar, put it on the fire and started to heat it, then scooped up a little lard that had not yet solidified and put it in it.

stone pot

"呲la" sounded.

Mu Feng hurriedly ran outside the cave and picked up some wild onions, peeled them, washed them, cut them into pieces, and quickly put them in the stone pot.

He quickly pulled it twice with chopsticks, and the fragrance of lard and scallion overflowed the entire cave in an instant.

"This..." The three of White Fang were stunned.

On the other hand, Mu Feng turned around and brought a few eggs, broke them up and put them in the stone jar, and smashed them twice, the eggs solidified into pieces, and then he squeezed a little salt and sprinkled them in, and chopped chopsticks a few times. , which came out.

A plate of scrambled eggs with lard and wild onions from modern methods is just like this.

Bai Ya, Li Hu, and Ming Guang, looking at the yellow and fragrant scrambled eggs, swallowed their saliva...

(End of this chapter)

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