Except for a little bit, which is suspected to be a coarse salt block, there is no other condiment boiled rabbit meat, how is it a kind of ecstasy taste?

Anyway, with the rather barren adjective in Song Yong's stomach, it is impossible to describe all this.

Enduring the choking fishy smell, Song Yong sucked a large mouthful of steaming soup into his mouth, and he almost didn't spit out all the stuff in his mouth at that time.

Song Yong could swear that even that unpalatable Chinese medicine soup was much stronger than the taste of this thing.

After swallowing the broth in his mouth, the poor young man Song Yong turned blue for a while.

But food is food, even if it's hard to swallow.

When the warm broth flowed down the esophagus, which had been more than fifty hours and had not eaten half of the food, into the stomach pouch, Song Yong immediately knew what it meant to be comfortable.

Even this incomparably beautiful feeling can be said to be moving.

And after adding more broth containing oil and water to his originally empty stomach, Song Yong could almost feel that the cells in his whole body were cheering at this moment.

Such a beautiful experience finally made Song Yong ignore the small details in the broth that were not so wonderful.

After drinking a small half bowl of broth in one gulp, Song Yong took a few more large bites of rabbit meat, perhaps because of the excellent quality of the meat, which was far less coarse than the rabbit meat he had eaten in the modern plane.

At this time, Song Yong was finally willing to put down the stone bowl he was holding onto.

I picked up the rhizome of an unknown plant at hand, put it in my mouth with some hesitation, and took a bite.

This thing is about the length of his palm and the thickness of his wrist, and it is also one of the food of the Gray Rabbit tribe at night.

Looking at the broth of the primitive people, like gnawing on a radish, they are 'clicking, clicking' and chewing the unknown rhizome.

Song Yong wiped it a little with the sleeves that were not so clean, and then put it directly into his mouth and took a big bite.

Soon, he came to a startling conclusion:

This thing is a radish, or the ancestor of modern white radish.

Not to mention, the ancestors of this radish don't look good, but they taste quite good when you bite it, crispy, sweet, and juicy.

Learn from a group of primitive people, a mouthful of radish, with a mouthful of broth to eat.

Song Yong was not lacking in surprises, and the fishy broth was no longer so difficult to swallow.

Unconsciously, a large bowl of broth and three small radishes were wiped out by Song Yong.

After eating this, he couldn't help but 'chirp' his mouth, if he had such a big bowl of broth and a few radishes, Song Yong believed that he would still be able to kill it without pressure.

The problem is that the amount he has gained before is obviously more than that of an adult primitive man.

It was more than twice as many as the women and cubs, who now resolutely put down the stone bowl in their hands after taking small bites of food.

It's not that they're already full after eating a little bit of food.

Song Yong obviously saw those little cubs, and still turned his head to look at the big stone pot from time to time, obviously not full.

Instinctively, Song Yong silently took back the stone bowl that he was going to stretch out......

"No~ This is where you will sleep in the future. Pointing to a haystack near the entrance of the cave, the woman who distributed the food said to Song Yong.

The primitives of the Gray Rabbit tribe, or all the primitives of this plane, began to sleep after eating.

When Song Yong finished his rare dinner, holding a huge stone bowl, he was still planning to ask someone where he should go to brush the bowl.

I have already seen these people from the Gray Rabbit tribe, and they directly put the bowl on the ground.

Then, they fell on different haystacks, intending to sleep directly.

As for square dancing, taking a walk after dinner or something to eat, this kind of extremely common thing in the modern plane, it is simply a shadowless thing.

Besides, when the sky was just getting dark, Big Tooth carried several sturdy men.

Moving a huge stone together, the hole that can accommodate three people entering and exiting at the same time is completely blocked, and in this way, Song Yong has no choice but to go out for a walk.

Just when he was stunned, the woman who was in charge of distributing food and looked like she had a bit of identity called Song Yong.

After a pause, Song Yong learned a piece of news: this pile of haystacks, which are not many in number and have a stronger musty smell, is where he will sleep in the future.

At the same time, Big Tooth, who claimed to be the leader of the hunting party, also carried the cauldron and the pile of things in the backpack and placed them at one end of the haystack.

It can be regarded as returning Song Yong's things to him again.

After looking at this pile of things, Song Yong suddenly woke up: "What's the matter!" I obviously carried a bag of condiments, but I forgot to do it all.

Drinking such a big bowl of fishy broth for nothing, isn't this a sin!

As soon as he thought of this, Song Yong felt a powerful flood force, brewing and surging out in his body without warning.

Song Yong, who had already realized something, suddenly changed his face.

He knew he had to do something right away!

Unfortunately, it was a little too late, and a powerful air current erupted from a certain part behind Song Yong, and at the same time, a series of sharp, loud voices resounded.

After feeling the air around him become a little worse, Song Yong smiled helplessly.

It was only then that he realized the important point: what is it! If you eat too much raw radish, it is a sharp weapon for ventilation.

In the sound of hay rubbing 'rustling~', Song Yong turned over again.

It's just that he's only slept for more than half an hour, and he doesn't know how many times he's turned over.

Not to mention the reason why he had been asleep for so long before, and now he was not sleepy at all, the terrible environment at the moment really made him unable to sleep.

There was too little hay on the mat, and the hard ground made people hurt bones, and anyway, the park bench that Song Yong slept on, and the corridor under the eaves were the same, and he couldn't bear it.

The problem is that more than a hundred people are sleeping in the same cave, and there are too many kinds of messy sounds.

The constant grinding of the little cubs, the stout men, and even the snoring of the women are like a crazy sonata, making people indescribably dizzy.

What's more, the strange sounds that are mixed in.

Of course, he also knew that it was no wonder that these primitive people were so arrogant, and there was no electricity at night, so they always did something during the long night......

I don't know how long he tossed on the haystack, but Song Yong finally fell asleep in a daze.

Just when he was in a dream, dreaming of those indescribable things that he hadn't experienced for a long time, suddenly a loud noise woke up Song Yong.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman who had distributed the food sitting in front of the fire in the cave with a little cub in her arms, with a panicked expression.

By the light of the fire, Song Yong could find that the little cub, who was only two years old, had an abnormal flush on his face.

Without looking too much at all, Song Yong could tell that this primitive little cub had a high fever.