Chapter 104 The Thief Who Steals Milk

Stone is a little afraid to meet the most respected Son of God now.

This is nonsense, because no matter who it is, after eating deer’s milk in a sneaky way, and then being put on the head by the deer, when they escaped from the deer enclosure in a panic, they found that the person they respect the most was outside holding back their laughter, their neck and face flushed When standing, in a short time, I don't really want to see this person.

After Han Cheng laughed, he felt a flash of inspiration in his mind.

In future generations, the one who drinks the most milk is not the calf but the human, so can I copy it and become the person of the Qingque tribe who drinks the most deer milk instead of the deer?

If it can be successful, not to mention the rest, it will be a great benefit to the children and the elderly in the tribe!

After thinking of this matter, Han Cheng also joined the ranks of molesting Uncle Lu's daughter-in-law Doe.

Of course, he wouldn't lie down on the ground to hold the pacifier in his mouth like that guy in Shitou, he came with a bowl.

Uncle Deer is very generous, he doesn't think it has anything to do with the little two-legged beast who always respects himself touching his wife, anyway, he has enough daughter-in-laws, and he doesn't touch that place.

In order to eat more delicious small rapeseed, Uncle Lu even found out that his job was taken away, so he kept wandering around waiting for an opportunity to chase Han Cheng to the side.

Worried that this ignorant little guy would come over and make trouble, Uncle Lu stood aside with great loyalty.

In this matter, it is surprisingly consistent with the attitude of Fu Jiang who is always fighting.

This moved Han Cheng so much.

He imitated the way a fawn sucked milk, pushing his hands up, and then squeezed down, the milky white deer milk that was still warm fell into the large bowl in his hand in a thin thread.

Han Cheng didn't expect that this doe, which doesn't look too big, is actually in stock. No wonder it can feed that little deer cub so strong in the winter.

Sure enough, deer can't be judged by its appearance, and milk can't be measured in a cup.

Just like some women I saw later, she looks weak and petite, but in fact...

Uh, the building is crooked...

Han Cheng misunderstood Uncle Lu. This guy would kindly drive the little deer aside and stay here, not because he was sensible, but because he wanted to take the opportunity to share a mouthful of milk.

Han Cheng felt very helpless for Uncle Lu's shamelessness, this is a doe and your daughter-in-law, why don't you eat it whenever you want?

Is it easy to squeeze out my hard work? Still coming to grab me?

Why can't you understand such a simple truth?

While avoiding the hand holding the bowl, Han Cheng tried his best to push Uncle Lu, who was pushing his head to this side.

Later, I couldn't resist it, so I had to pour some into the clay basin used to scoop water for deer.

Uncle Lu stretched out his head and licked it, and quickly licked up the white juice that Han Chengdao gave it.

I don't know what kind of smell it tasted from inside. After eating, it raised its upper lip to reveal the row of yellow teeth on it, and stretched its neck forward vigorously, looking extremely obscene. Han Cheng wanted to kick it.

He fed the deer here, and there were also many lucky generals who wagged their tails and stared at him eagerly, so Han Cheng had to pour some more into the basin.

Fu Jiang ate happily, and after licking quickly, he looked at Han Cheng as if he wanted to have another two bites.

Worried that the deer would not be enough to eat, Han Cheng did not squeeze too much. Now that he had fed the deer first, and then the lucky general who was half wolf and half dog, there was not much left in the bowl Han Cheng was holding. If you feed Fu Jiang some more, he won't be able to taste it.

He rejected the greedy Fujiang, brought the bowl to his mouth, and smashed it with his mouth. It was warm in his mouth and had a fishy smell. After the fishy smell passed, there was a fragrant aftertaste.

It's not as delicious as the pure milk that I drink in my later life.

This may be due to lack of heating.

Han Cheng took the bowl and led Fu Jiang who had eaten deer's milk to leave the deer circle, ignoring Uncle Lu who had not recovered from his dizziness after eating his wife's milk for the first time.

After seeing the milk thief leave, the aggrieved Xiao Lu returned to his mother, and without saying a word, he grabbed his job first.

The doe turned her head and stuck out her tongue to lick the fawn's body, comforting the child whose heart was hurt.

Han Cheng found a small clay pot, poured the little deer milk in it, and set it on the fire to burn.

Soon, the deer milk was already boiling, and a milky fragrance emanated from it.

As the deer milk boils, a thin layer of solids emerges on top, which is the cream.

There wasn't much deer milk at all, and Han Cheng didn't dare to burn it for too long. After seeing that it was almost done, he used a rattan clip to clamp the clay pot off the fire.

Then he used a piece of animal skin that had been peeled off and specially used to prevent scalding hands as a pad on the clay pot, and poured the steaming deer milk into the bowl.

After taking a breath to cool it down a bit, I moved my mouth to the edge of the bowl and took a sip, and a milky aroma with a fishy smell filled my mouth.

The fishy smell is much stronger than the pure milk of later generations, but it tastes much better than raw deer milk, especially the thin layer of cream, which is really fragrant in the mouth.

There wasn't much deer milk, and Han Cheng only took two sips before going down halfway. He resisted the urge to drink more, took the rest into the inner cave, and gave it to Wu to drink.

When Shi Shi saw Han Cheng coming in, his heart was pounding like a deer. He quickly lowered his head and moved inside, pretending to be serious about recording things, so as to cover up his embarrassment.

It wasn't until Han Cheng reached out to touch his head that he felt more at ease.

"This is?"

Wu still kept his inquisitive spirit of learning. Seeing Han Cheng bring these things that he had never seen before, he didn't drink directly, but asked first.

"Deer milk."

Han Chenglian said that he explained to Wu with gestures, and when Wu figured it out, he hurriedly urged Wu to drink it quickly, otherwise it would not taste good when it got cold later.

Wu Yiyan drank half a sip, and after tasting it carefully, she felt that it was not particularly delicious, at least not as delicious as the salted broth and fish soup.

He kept paying attention to the stone that Han Cheng said, and after he figured out what Shenzi had made, he couldn't help being embarrassed. If Han Cheng hadn't called him, he would have put his head in his crotch and squatted on the ground for a while.

"Try it, it's delicious."

Han Cheng handed the bowl to Shishi with a smile on his face.

Adolescents have the most sensitive and complex emotions. Although Shi Shi is a primitive person, he also knows shyness.

Han Cheng attached great importance to Chinese characters and the best stones for Chinese learning, and he didn't want to leave any shadow in his heart because of this.

Shitou, with a red face, took the big bowl and almost put the whole bowl on his face, before he drank the last sip of milk.

With a bowl of stones on his face, tasting the fragrant deer milk, his eyes are a little moist...

(Book friends, please give me another ticket after reading it, please. This is the last time to ask for a ticket this week. Really, not really, you can fly a blade at me along the network cable——Mo Shoubai, who didn’t even wear a helmet)