When the lid of the pot, which was wet with steam and became heavy, was lifted, a large amount of white gas evaporated, and a richer fragrance spread in all directions.

Many people from the Green and Yang tribes, who had been staring at the vat for a moment since the vat began to steam, couldn't help but sniff hard, wanting to take in the rich fragrance in their stomachs.

Han Cheng, the god son and first chef of the Qingque tribe, walked over and stood steadily on a wooden mound that was forty centimeters high

Holding a soup spoon tied with a long wooden stick in one hand, stirring a few times in the soup that is three centimeters away from the edge of the jar, the right hand holding chopsticks quickly attacked, set up a piece of haggis from the huge soup spoon to see the color, and then put it back into the soup spoon and prick it with chopsticks.

Han Cheng nodded slightly, and then asked Huo Yi to remove the large piece of wood that had not been burned through under the vat, the soup was already ready, and there was no need to use fire anymore.

However, even if the fire is withdrawn, the charcoal under the bottom of the jar can make the haggis soup in the jar roll for a while.

Han Cheng took the pottery bowl handed by the person next to him and put some haggis soup into the bowl.

Only two bowls were served, and the leaders of the sheep tribe and the green tribe were motioned to drink.

This bowl was the same one used by other tribes during the previous Joy Party, but now it has been cleaned and continued to be used to entertain them.

The Green Tribe also has the leader of the Sheep Tribe, and he is a little excited that the Divine Son of this neighboring tribe personally serves them soup, they are the leaders, and they are more sensitive to status than ordinary people.

The leader of the Green Tribe, after taking the big bowl of soup from Han Cheng's hand, and after blowing the hot air from the bowl, he couldn't wait to take a sip, he was eager to taste the taste of this soup, whether it was as delicious as the one he had drunk here before.

"Huh?"

After taking a sip of the hot soup, the leader of the Green Tribe sighed softly, looking a little incredulous, and after smacking his lips and tasting it, he took another sip, and his eyes opened wider.

He removed the large bowl that was almost clasped to his face, and stared at the childlike Miko who was standing on a wooden pier with chopsticks in his hand and smiling at him.

At this time, the leader of the Sheep Tribe, who also removed the bowl that was clasped on his face, glanced at the leader of the Green Tribe, and then looked at Han Cheng with a similar expression, seeing what this Divine Son was about to say.

Wu and Senior Brother, who knew what the Divine Son was going to do, looked at the appearance of the leader of the Yang and Green Second tribes, and secretly smiled.

“￥#%DSX@”

The leader of the Green Tribe paused for a moment, holding the bowl and saying something to the senior brother with an excited expression.

Of course, he did not praise the haggis soup as delicious, but found that the haggis soup was the same as the one he had boiled in the tribe, and although it could be eaten, it was too much different from the delicious soup he drank at the Joy Party.

Of course, this soup was not delicious, because Han Cheng did not put salt in it.

The reason why the leader of the Green Tribe, who had already cooked the food himself, did not know about putting salt in the soup was because during the Joy Party, the Green Sparrow Tribe used to cook soup to entertain them was the most salted fish in the Green Sparrow Tribe.

The salted fish itself is fed with salt bags, so there is naturally no need to add additional salt when cooking the soup.

The senior brother waved his hand at the leader of the Green Tribe, and then pointed at Han Cheng, signaling him not to speak and watch the Divine Son do something.

Han Cheng took a small jar of salt that had been broken into minced pieces from a person who was usually in charge of cooking, and tilted the salt jar towards the leaders of the Green and Yang tribes, so that the two of them could see the salt inside.

The leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes were amazed when they saw the white things in the jar, this neighboring tribe was able to leave the winter snow until now?!

Without waiting for them to get closer and take a closer look, Han Chengcheng removed the jar, and then poured some of the salt inside into the soup spoon in front of everyone, and put the soup spoon into the soup pot.

Holding the handle of the spoon with both hands, he stirred vigorously, and with his movements, more white qi rose up.

Han Cheng stirred for a while, and after feeling even, he stopped his movements, turned to look at the leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes, motioned for them to finish the soup in the bowl, and then handed the bowl over.

The two looked at each other a little for a while as they watched Han Cheng's movements, not understanding what this child-like divine son meant.

It wasn't until the senior brother who was standing not far away came over, held their hand holding the bowl, and pushed the bowl to their mouths that they suddenly realized.

Han Cheng scooped up another half spoonful of haggis soup and poured it into the bowl held by the leaders of the Green and Yang tribes.

This time, without his signal, the two of them consciously picked up the bowl and began to taste the soup in the bowl.

The Green Tribe Leader's eyes lit up again, and the soup in the bowl in his hand tasted different from the fish soup he drank at the Joy Party, but it was just as delicious.

Compared to what Fang just drank, it was simply a heaven and an underground!

After he took a sip, he couldn't help but speed up, and there wasn't too much soup in the bowl, and it was soon gone.

The leader of the Green Tribe raised his head high, and the bowl tilted completely over.

After opening his mouth and waiting for two drops of soup that refused to come down on the edge of the bowl fell into his mouth, he put the bowl down, reminiscing about the wonderful taste of Fangcai, and looked at the small jar beside the god with bright eyes.

If it weren't for the fear of causing a misunderstanding and that he and others would not be able to defeat the people of this tribe, he would definitely rush over and snatch the small jar and hold it in his arms.

The reaction of the leader of the sheep tribe was similar to that of the leader of the green tribe, and he also stared at the small jar with burning eyes.

What's in there? How did you put in some of the soup and it became so delicious?!

The people of the Qingque tribe, who had been full of expectations on the side, saw the leaders of the green and sheep tribes showing their expected expressions, and they were all happy in their hearts, with a kind smile on their faces.

The feeling of being amazed by the rest of the tribe at their own tribe's stuff was so wonderful that it was more soothing than drinking the delicious haggis soup in your mouth.

“#￥DE@”

The leaders of the sheep and green tribes did not care to continue drinking the soup, and rushed to the elder brother's side, eagerly asking about the salt.

Han Cheng looked at all this with a smile, poured some into his bowl with a spoon, blew hot air and took a sip, his brows wrinkled slightly, as expected, there were no spices such as star anise, Sichuan pepper, cinnamon, etc., and there was no chili oil with attractive colors, balsamic vinegar, and coriander, this haggis soup tasted too bad from the taste of later generations.

He tasted some of them, and he didn't want to drink any more, so he was going to keep them and wait until he had sent them away, and then cook some lamb to eat.

He didn't think it was very delicious, and the people of the Green and Sheep tribes didn't think so, and one person held a big bowl of haggis soup, and couldn't stop drinking, as if his mouth and tongue were made of stone, and he didn't know what it was.

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