Chapter 173 The Tribe on the Tip of the Tongue

Han Cheng saw the difficulty of the big brother, he was already greedy, so he didn't hesitate, he took it and made it from hardwood, shaped like the spatula of later generations, the wooden spatula used to turn vegetables just now, stretched out to the jar Inside, he leaned against the side and scooped up a piece of steaming, golden-yellow millet rice and put it in his special bowl.

Then he scooped up another piece and put it in Wu's bowl, picked up the chopsticks and put two chopsticks of vegetables into the two bowls, and poured out some of the vegetable soup and poured it on the yellow and clear millet rice.

Then he picked up the two bowls and went to the inner cave with seemingly calm but incomparably quick steps.

He doesn't care about crying primitive people who are not greedy, anyway, he is already too greedy.

Han Cheng gave himself and the witch bowl a lot of dried millet rice. Although the dish only picked up two chopsticks, with his incomparably skillful use of chopsticks, as long as he wanted to pick it up, the two chopsticks went down and caught the food. Stuff can make the unskilled doubt life.

Before the meal, although he had said that to the elder brother and everyone, but as the maker of the rules, he obviously jumped out of the Three Realms and was not in the Five Elements.

The rest of the people didn't think there was anything wrong with Shenzi's doing this. After all, what they had now was brought by Shenzi, and these two kinds of food were also made by Shenzi himself.

Even if the only son of the Son of God ate these two foods by himself, they would take it for granted.

Han Cheng held the bowl with chopsticks, and after he went to the inner cave, the eldest brother just started to take the food. He followed Han Cheng's example, holding a wooden shovel that was not commonly used, and dug up a piece of food from the clay pot that he had never seen before. The food, picked up a few chopsticks dishes and left.

The dried millet he dug was larger than that of Han Cheng, because he had the most wives and children...

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Han Cheng couldn't wait to pick up a piece of dried millet rice and put it into his mouth. He was so hot that he breathed out but he couldn't bear to spit it out.

The familiar taste filled his mouth, making his heart beat uncontrollably.

Wu's eyes are also bright, and his teeth are not very good. Soft and sticky rice like millet rice is the best food for him.

Moreover, this yellow food is not only easy to bite, but also tastes surprisingly good, so that Wu Lian didn't think of eating the food in the bowl until after taking three bites to savor it carefully.

Wu chewed the dried millet, and from time to time glanced at Shenzi who buried his face in the bowl not far away and kept pawing, and smiled again on his face.

He really didn't think of it,

Originally, it tasted like ordinary grass seeds, but after being treated like that, it turned out to be so delicious!

The Son of God is always so clever and wise, discovering good things from places that ordinary people can't see.

The dried millet rice in the jar has completely disappeared, and the vegetables in the basin are gone, not even a little juice left.

With some reluctance, Tietou took the last sip of the millet rice mixed with vegetable soup into his mouth, chewed and tasted it carefully in his mouth, and finally swallowed it bit by bit with reluctance.

Knowing that there was nothing in the jar, he still couldn't help standing up and walking to the earthen jar containing dried millet rice to have a look, imagining that he could pick up some leaks from the teeth of all the foodies in the tribe.

Looking at the empty clay pot again, Tietou walked to the big tank with fish soup, picked up a long-handled spoon to fill the fish soup and ate it.

Tietou eats very politely today, eating fish bit by bit, and drinking soup in small sips.

Not only him, most people in the tribe have become extraordinarily quiet when eating.

The elder brother took a sip of the fish soup in the bowl, frowned slightly, and then there was a wry smile on his face.

After eating that delicious food that I have never eaten before, when I drink this fish soup now, I just feel that the food that was so delicious in the past suddenly loses a lot of flavor.

This is not an exaggeration. Ever since Han Cheng brought out the fish cage, the Qingque Tribe always had fish for every meal, and it also occupied the main position.

Eating only one type of food for years will naturally tire your taste buds.

Besides, they were already hungry, and before they reached the cave, they were already aroused by the lingering fragrance, and they had extremely strong expectations for the food in the cave.

Han Cheng also specially fried the stir-fried vegetables that the Qingque tribe doesn't often eat, which added to the taste of dried millet rice.

In addition to Han Cheng's instructions to the big brother before the meal, and Han Cheng's fish soup and barbecue, just the impatient way of dealing with dried millet rice caused the people of the Qingque tribe to have never eaten before. A psychological hint that food must be delicious.

Let them have a preconceived notion that this food must be delicious before they even put the millet rice into their mouths.

Moreover, there are only more than half a jar of steamed millet rice in total, and the scarcity of the quantity further highlights its preciousness.

Under the influence of all kinds of external conditions, seven points of taste can be tasted twelve points!

What's more, the taste of dried millet rice itself is not bad. For those of the Qingque tribe who have never eaten it, it does have a strong sense of taste.

"Son of God..."

Seeing Han Cheng coming out of the inner hole with an empty bowl, the eldest brother put down the bowl and chopsticks and hurriedly greeted him, looking a little excited and asking about the millet rice.

He really wanted to know where Shenzi found this never-before-eaten food.

In fact, he already had some guesses in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

The leader of the Green Tribe brought something like a spike of grass. He had tasted it himself, and it didn't taste good at all, and its appearance was very different from this delicious yellow food.

It was really difficult for him to connect the grass seed-like thing with the memorable food that he just ate.

The rest of the people also looked at Han Cheng expectantly, wanting to get the truth from Han Cheng.

Lai, who participated in this incident, and Huoer, who saw what happened, have never disclosed the matter of millet rice.

Seeing the amazement and doubts of the people in the tribe at the new food made by the Son of God, they were very happy to know the truth.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Han Cheng smiled secretly in his heart, making you dare to despise Gu Zi!

He put down his rice bowl, turned around and took out a handful of ears of grain from the burr specially placed in the corner, held it up for everyone to see, and told everyone that the food they ate just now was made of these ears of grain.

Everyone was amazed, they didn't expect this unremarkable thing to be so delicious!

Those who knew the truth first felt more at ease in their hearts, as if they discovered that the humble millet can produce delicious food, and they shared the glory.

Holding the ear of millet in his hand, Han Cheng told everyone in the Qingque tribe about the millet while the iron was hot.

The eyes of the people in the Qingque tribe gradually blurred, and their expressions became a little intoxicated. They were all immersed in the golden dream woven by the son of corn...