Lin Xiaoran naturally knew that it was impossible for the four King Kongs of the Tiger Tribe to appear here, but she also knew that there were definitely not only two tribes in this world, the Caiyun Tribe and the Tiger Tribe in this world, but even more tribes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What will the other tribes look like, Lin Xiaoran's heart is extremely unconfident, are the other tribes also in awe of the sea like these two tribes? Is it also backward that has not yet made stone tools?

"Xiao Ran, what are you thinking?" The phantom stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Lin Xiaoran's eyes, but when she saw Lin Xiaoran's stunned face, she could see that she was letting go.

"Nothing!" Lin Xiaoran smiled slightly, obviously not ready to tell the phantom what he thought in his heart, now these are all things without a shadow, and telling the phantom will only make him worry as well......

"Oh my God!" Mo Yang's exclamation sounded, and he saw Mo Yang, who was leading two oxen, look up at the huge honeycomb hanging on the tree, and the bees that kept flying back and forth patted his moon hun breast, "Master, how can there be such a big honeycomb near our house?" Do I need to find time to burn this honeycomb? ”

"Forget it." Lin Xiaoran shook his head, "That's your master, and I finally adjusted. What will we do if you burn the hard-working little things you taught? ”

"Master's raising?" Looking at the bees coming and going incredulously, he knew the magic of his master, so he was not worried that these bees would suddenly attack him, although he did not encounter bees in the forest for the first time, but he encountered bees flying inadvertently in the tribe, and he still remembers the uncomfortable taste of being stung by bees.

"That's right, from today onwards, we can use river honey water anytime and anywhere, and even let these cute little babies rush ahead if an enemy comes!" Lin Xiaoran looked at the flying bees, she didn't want to meet that time, because if she really encountered that time, these cute little bees would also die with the cry of the enemy!

"Master is so good!" Mo Yang waved his little hand, "Master, can we really see the hair you said at night?" ”

"I guess it's okay!" Reminded by Mo Yang, Lin Xiaoran walked to the side of the basin not far from the stove and untied the sorghum disc that was open on top of the basin, and then saw that the white dough in the basin had doubled.

"How did it get so big?" The phantom stepped forward and looked at the dough in the basin incredulously, he obviously didn't see such a big dough when he saw Lin Xiaoran and noodles in the morning, this dough was at least twice as big as in the morning!

"I didn't expect it to be successful!" Lin Xiaoran looked at the dough in the basin in disbelief, stretched out his finger and poked the dough a few times, and a deep pit immediately appeared on the dough.

Lin Xiaoran was very happy, she originally thought that she still needed to wait until the sun set to be good, but she didn't want to be good at this time, since this way they could eat steamed buns at night.

"Help you!" Lin Xiaoran beckoned his hand, then walked to a corner of the kitchen to wash his hands, and then wiped them clean with animal skins and came to the board, looking at the phantom who had moved the basin to the board, Lin Xiaoran nodded his head.

"Master, what are you going to do?" Mo Yang looked at Lin Xiaoran curiously, took out a small handful of flour from the flour bag next to him, spread it evenly on the board, and then pulled down some of the surprisingly large dough and put it on the board.

"Something delicious, steamed buns." Lin Xiaoran explained as she began to knead the dough in front of her, of course, before she started kneading the dough, she had already put part of the dough into the space, and these dough could be used as yeast temporarily next time.

Watching Lin Xiaoran knead the dough extraordinarily smooth, then cut the large dough in his hand into small doughs, and then kneaded the small dough round and neatly placed on the board, and made a full sixteen small dough in a short time.

"Burn the fire!" Lin Xiaoran opened her mouth to speak, but the movements in her hands did not pause at all, obviously she was going to make all the noodles she had made this morning into noodles and save them, so that even if Phantom and Mo Yang were going to hunt in the forest, they would not have to worry about the two of them going hungry.

The phantom hurriedly walked to the stove and lit the fire, and of course Mo Yang also filled the cauldron with water very coloredly.

took a sorghum disc of the same size as the one from the side of the board, Lin Xiaoran spread a clean cotton cloth on the disc, and then placed the sixteen steamed buns he had just kneaded neatly on top of the cotton cloth, and then carried the rope that the sorghum disc was strung twice into the cauldron, just above the water surface, where Lin Xiaoran specially left a ridge that could fix the disc.

The phantom came to his senses, every clay pot fired by Lin Xiaoran had such a ridge, at first he thought it was Lin Xiaoran's mistake, but now he knew that this was the place where Lin Xiaoran used to put the sorghum discs, looking at the neat sorghum discs of various sizes placed next to the board, no wonder these plates were large and small, and they were originally paired with the pots at home.

"Didn't you boil it in water?" Since Lin Xiaoran popularized the two ways of eating boiled and fried among the tribe, few people in the tribe have obviously used roasting, but this kind of practice that does not enter the water Mo Yang has really never seen it.

"It's called steaming!" Lin Xiaoran put the lid on the pot lid in his hand, and he missed the glass lid of the later generations very much, the kind of lid that can make people easily see the changes in the steamed buns in the pot, and can give people a sense of satisfaction, but the current one is definitely not good.

Kneaded all the noodles in the basin into steamed buns, Lin Xiaoran sat down on a chair in the kitchen and began to wait for the first pot of steamed buns in the pot to mature.

A few people waited around the stove, no one spoke, even though it was summer, and the sweat was dripping from the side of the stove, but still no one chose to go out to cool off.

"Master, you fan!" Finding a fan made of banana leaves in the kitchen, Mo Yang ignored the sweat on his forehead and handed the fan to Lin Xiaoran, who also felt stuffy.

"Fan yourself!" Lin Xiaoran shook his head, "Look at how hot you are." ”