The golden millet is put into the black pottery bowl, which looks even more moving, and the witch who is rubbing the grain in the clay pot on the side takes the bowl to take a closer look at it, and feels that this thing is much better than before.

I was looking forward to the deliciousness that Miko said.

Han Cheng licked two pits of millet in a row, and the hot sweat was already flowing down.

He thought for a moment, called the lame who was weaving a round wooden raft in the courtyard, and after making a demonstration, the work of Chung Mi fell into the hands of the lame.

The limp had always followed the instructions of the Son of God, and he waved his two increasingly powerful arms, holding the log, and following the example of the Son, he smashed it into the pit with great force.

Under the punishment of the body, those husks are not allowed to give up the grain that they have hidden.

With the addition of the lame and acting as the main force, Han Cheng suddenly became light.

He only needs to clean up the lame grain, which is a more meticulous and labor-saving job, that is, he is a little dizzy after blowing for a long time.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

The cave ** of the Qingque tribe sounded again and again, and it seemed a little dull, but it was a very rhythmic crashing sound.

Some of the little babies who had fallen asleep were disturbed by the wonderful disturbance, squeezing their eyes, kicking their feet, their little hands clenched tightly into small fists, lifting upwards on both sides of their tilted heads, opening their toothless mouths, crying and venting their wake-up gas.

The female primitive who was guarding not far away went over, picked it up, and put some blackened nipples into her mouth, and the crying little guy instantly quieted down, greedily eating the nectar juice.

After eating, he stared at the dark eyes and refused to sleep, and he didn't know what the little man saw or thought, so he grinned toothlessly and laughed silently.

It is not wrong for people to use a child's face to describe the day in June, and it really means that it will change.

The light gradually became a little dim hole**, Wu had already swept down all the grains, and now he was squatting there, cleaning up the millet with Han Cheng.

Holding the wood with a limp, he still licked the rice tirelessly.

He licked the rice very quickly, at least compared to Han Cheng, four Han Cheng can almost resist one lame.

There was not much grain left in the clay pot, and he was ready to scoop it up in one go.

A small handful of millet into the large pottery bowl does not see much change, but after a small handful of small handfuls kept superimposing, the two large pottery bowls were filled.

There was a fire rising in the cave, dispelling the gradually thick darkness, and the twilight outside had just risen, and the cave had already become dark.

This made Han Cheng's mind about living in a new house earlier.

After raising the fire, he picked up the wooden stick that had been put aside by the mutant hand pressure drill and the one with several more pits, rubbed it twice with his rough hand, and carefully and solemnly put it aside.

The person in charge of cooking is already starting to get busy, and the style is rough and very original.

The salted fish more than a foot long is washed on both sides with clean water, and there is no stone knife, but it is directly folded into three or four sections by hand, and thrown into a new tank with half a tank of clean water.

On each side of the other fire was a stone wall one meter long and forty centimeters high, and seven or eight thin sticks soaked with grease were erected next to each other.

There was something on each stick, one or two fish of various sizes, or an animal that had stepped on a rabbit sleeve last night.

A man in charge of the barbecue squatted on the side and flipped the stick from time to time so that the food on it was heated more evenly.

After a long time of roasting, some reddened grease that had been reflected by the flames dripped and fell on the coals below, making a soft noise, and at the same time, a flame would flash away.

This man looked at the god son who was busy carrying a clay pot not far away, and there was a sincere admiration in his eyes.

Originally, barbecue food required at least three people at the same time to barely serve it.

Moreover, the heat is not easy to control, and if you don't get it right, you will rely on paste, not to mention the waste of food, and it will also affect the taste.

Since Miko made a little transformation and made two walls like this, all the problems have been solved.

Seven or eight strings of food can be placed on two walls at the same time, and there is no need to hold it by hand, which makes it much easier for people to turn it around from time to time.

It takes at least three people to do what one person did before, and the food is more delicious than before.

Han Cheng was busy shopping for millet, so he naturally didn't know that the barbecue man was looking at him with extreme reverence, and the admiration in his heart was as surging as the small river that surged in the summer in front of the tribe......

Some finely crushed millet husks that have not been cleaned float on the surface of the water, flowing out with some whitish, slightly cloudy rice washing water.

After washing it four or five times in a row, this half pot of millet finally became clean.

The cleaned millet was put into the clay pot, and some water was put into it, which was not too much, almost three centimeters higher than the millet.

Han Cheng let Huo Er light another fire, found a few commonly used stones, placed them separately around the fire, put the clay pot filled with millet and water on it, and found a lid to cover it.

Orange-red flames spread out from the bottom of the jar, enveloping half of the clay pot.

Han Cheng guarded the side and personally added firewood below, mastering the heat, millet dry rice is not easy to control, don't make it easy to get pasty.

He was full of strength this time, and if he wanted to make this group of primitive people in the tribe cry, he naturally had to deal with it carefully.

White smoke spilled from under the lid of the pot, curling up, and the unique fragrance of the grain after boiling filled the hole, drilling into the nose.

Han Cheng, who hadn't eaten staple food for nearly two years, smelled this long-lost smell, and his eye sockets were a little moist.

The meal was not ready, and the primitive man had not yet cried, but he cried first......

After boiling like this for a while, he took the cleaned spoon, lifted the lid, put it into the crockpot, and began to stir carefully, with the aim of moving the millet at the bottom of the crockpot to prevent it from being heated for too long and becoming mushy.

After all, the current method of fire is used, not the rice cooker that only needs to put rice and water in it and ignore it in later generations.

Seeing that there was only a few layers of soup left in the clay pot, Han Cheng made one last stirring, closed the lid of the pot, and then pulled out the two sticks of firewood that were still burning under the clay pot and put them in the fire where the fish soup was boiling aside.

Steaming dry rice in a firewood hot pot is the most important when it is about to come out of the pot, because most of the dry rice is pasted at this time.

At this time, you can't use a large fire, just use a small fire, or just grill it directly with the remaining coals.