Chapter 678 Mapo Tofu

"Son of God, let's make food and eat!"

Liang's eager and inexplicable voice sounded in his ear with a hint of excitement, making the corner of Han Cheng's mouth twitch uncontrollably.

Isn't this guy changing too fast?

By the way, didn't you just grit your teeth and plan to throw away these peppercorns?

Why do you become so impatient when you hear about eating now?

Liang, what about your integrity like a Shennong?

Han Cheng sniffled, looking at Liang who was inexplicably excited and ready to try, he couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Facts have proved that there are not many such precious things as integrity.

Thinking of the taste of spicy and spicy food, Han Cheng immediately didn't bother to complain about Liang Liang's lack of integrity.

Instead, I kept thinking in my heart, what delicious food to make with this extremely rare pepper, to reward the tongue that has been wronged a lot over the years.

A layer of red oil floating on it, looking at the spicy hot pot that makes people particularly appetizing?

Han Cheng swallowed again, and moved this very tempting delicacy out of his mind.

Because the weather is not right at this time, it is not the season to eat hot pot, and there is no chili.

Malatang? Spicy crayfish? Spicy fish nuggets? Spicy loach off? ...

A large piece of delicious food roared towards Han Cheng, making him overwhelmed and salivating.

Sometimes it can be frustrating to have too many choices.

It took a long time for Han Cheng to calm down under the repeated bombardment of delicious food that he imagined.

Because he suddenly discovered a more serious matter, this matter is, it seems that numbness and spicyness have always been linked together.

A lot of food is only numb but not spicy. After cooking, it will lose a lot of flavor.

What is uncomfortable now is that there is no spicy food in the tribe, and there is no such thing as cornel mustard that can barely replace chili, which discourages Han Cheng who has been excited for a while.

With peppercorns, the taste of the food can indeed be improved a lot compared to before, but without the spiciness, there is always a lot less taste.

Han Cheng didn't really want to make do with it. After all, this was the first time Huajiao appeared in the tribe, so he had to make a big splash, at least he could see it.

Just like the people in the Qingque tribe like to see people from other tribes marveling at the good things in their tribe, as a latecomer, Han Cheng also likes to see people in the tribe expressing admiration for the things he made. Send out heartfelt admiration and admiration.

This kind of spiritual happiness is not much worse than the physical one.

"Wait, wait until I figure out how to use this seasoning, and then cook with this food."

Han Cheng suppressed the impulse in his heart, and said to Liang, who was watching him swallowing, and followed him.

This surprised Liang a little.

I've been slobbering with you for so long, and in the end you actually gave me this?

It's all about complaining, but Liang has no objection to this. After all, the son of God is the boss in the tribe, and everything is decided by the son of God.

Han Cheng left with the bag of peppercorns in his arms, instead of putting it in the kitchen, he took it to his room.

Otherwise, if it was placed in the kitchen and thrown away by people who don't know how deep it is, then Han Cheng wouldn't even have time to cry.

After returning to the house and putting the peppercorns away, Han Cheng sat on the edge of the kang, holding his face in his hands, and kept thinking about how to make a food that only uses peppercorns and not spicy food.

It is not easy to find such a food, because Ma and spicy are almost bound together, and Ma is still in that auxiliary position.

It’s okay to have spicy or non-numbing, or non-spicy, but it tastes a lot worse...

However, Han Cheng's melancholy did not last long.

When he walked out of the gate of the tribal courtyard and went with Wu to inspect the increasingly yellowing millet and soybeans that had begun to shed their leaves, a very famous food appeared in his mind without warning—— Mapo tofu!

As soon as the mapo tofu comes to mind,

Han Cheng couldn't help but get excited.

Because in his opinion, this is one of the very few foods that are not tied to spicy food and are very famous for relying solely on hemp.

Moreover, there is no shortage of materials for making Mapo tofu in the tribe. In a few days, seeing that these tens of acres of beans are harvested, it is enough to make Mapo tofu that everyone in the tribe can taste!

Han Cheng, who had figured things out, looked at the large field of beans that were about to ripen, and his heart and face were filled with joy.

Wu also smiled.

In fact, ever since Han Cheng came back from the Tongshan residential area, every time he came out to see the large fields of crops that were about to mature, Wu always laughed.

Every year around this time, even the rabbit who is most favored by witches on weekdays will be left out in the cold.

Wu Neng wandered around the fields all day without feeling tired.

Stretch out your hand to touch some low-hanging grain ears, pull out a few grasses on the ground, straighten the 'bow' held in the straw man's hand, swing your arms and feet, curse and drive away those birds that steal the grain... …

Whenever Wu came to the fields at this time, there were endless things to do, and he never got tired of doing them.

"A lot of food..."

Seeing Han Cheng laughing, Wu also pointed to the many beans that were about to mature in front of him and told Han Cheng.

"Well, a lot of food!"

Han Cheng answered seriously, but what appeared in his mind was a plate of mapo tofu, with a smile on his face.

Although the two are not on the same channel at all at the moment, it is undeniable that the two people, the old and the young, are very happy to communicate here.

Wheat ripens for a while, silkworms grow old for a while, and millet does not take too long to mature.

After Han Cheng and Wu wandered around the first batch of millet to be cultivated for a long time, picked up some ears of grain and carefully identified them, the construction of the wall by the Qingque tribe, which lasted for several months, finally stopped temporarily. down.

Without much rest, everyone began to devote themselves to the preparations for the autumn harvest.

The lame carpenter and some others rested and checked the sickle, wheelbarrow, wooden fork, rake, bamboo broom...these tools.

People like Tietou, who often mow grass, squatted in front of the delicate whetstone, holding the warm water in the earthen pot with their hands, and sharpened the sickle one by one, and raised the sickle from time to time. Gently run your fingers over it to see if it's sharp or not.

In the three scenes distributed in the characters of "pin", someone is carrying water to wet the threshing field, and after waiting for a while, someone is leading the deer and carrying the rolling frame. After putting the deer on, they start to grind the field over and over again... …

Amidst the festive and somewhat relaxed preparations, the Qingque Tribe, which is about to start a harvesting campaign, also ushered in a sumptuous sickle feast...

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