Han Cheng saw the difficulty of the senior brother, he was already hungry, so he did not hesitate, took the wooden spatula made of hardwood before, which looked like a spatula in later generations, and was used to turn vegetables just now, stretched it into the jar, and shoveled a steaming, golden millet dry rice and put it in his special bowl.

Then he scooped up a piece and put it in Wu's bowl, picked up chopsticks and put two chopsticks into each of the two bowls, and poured out some of the vegetable soup and poured it on the yellow and clear millet dry rice.

Then he picked up the two bowls and walked to the inner cave with seemingly calm and unhurried steps, but in fact extremely fast.

He doesn't care about the greedy crying primitive man now, anyway, he himself can't be hungry.

Han Cheng gave himself a lot of dried millet rice in the witch bowl, although he only picked up two chopsticks, but with his extremely skilled use of chopsticks, as long as he wanted to clip it, the two chopsticks went down, and the things he caught could make unskilled people doubt life.

Before the meal, although he had said that to the senior brother and everyone, as the rule-maker, he obviously jumped out of the Three Realms and was not among the Five Elements.

The rest of the people didn't think there was anything wrong with the Son of God doing this, after all, what they had now was brought by the Son of God, and the two kinds of food were also made by the Son of God himself.

Even if the only son of God ate these two foods alone, they took it for granted.

Han Cheng took the chopsticks and the bowl, and after going to the inner cave, the senior brother began to take the food, he followed Han Cheng's example, and was a little clumsy with a wooden shovel that was not commonly used, dug up a piece of food that he had never seen before from the clay pot, and left with a few chopsticks and dishes.

The dried millet rice he dug was bigger than Han Cheng's, because his daughter-in-law and children were the most......

"Whew! Call! ”

Han Cheng couldn't wait to pick up a piece of dried millet rice and put it in his mouth, but he was reluctant to spit it out when he exhaled even after being hot.

The familiar smell filled his mouth, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

Wu's eyes are also bright, his teeth are not very good, and the soft and glutinous rice of millet dry rice is the best food for him.

And this yellow and clear food is not only easy to bite, but also surprisingly good in taste, so that after Wu Lian ate three bites and savored it, he remembered to eat the dishes in the bowl.

Wu chewed on the millet rice, and from time to time glanced at the god who was burying his face in the bowl not far away, and smiled again.

He really didn't expect that what was originally eaten like ordinary grass seeds would be so delicious after being processed like that!

The Son of God has always been so clever and wise, discovering good things from places that ordinary people can't see.

The dried millet rice in the jar was completely gone, and the vegetables in the pot were gone, and there was not even a trace of juice left.

Tietou was a little reluctant to take the last small bite of millet dried rice mixed with vegetable soup into his mouth, chewed it carefully in his mouth, and reluctantly swallowed it little by little after a while.

Knowing that there was no longer anything in the jar, he couldn't help but stand up and walk to the crockpot containing the millet dry rice to take a look, fantasizing that he could pick up some leaks from between the teeth of the people in the tribe.

Looking at the empty clay pot again, Tietou walked to the large vat where the fish soup was boiling, and picked up the long-handled spoon to serve the fish soup.

Tietou is eating very gentlely today, eating fish little by little, and drinking soup in small bites.

Not only him, but most of the people in the tribe have become extremely quiet.

The senior brother took a sip of the fish soup in the bowl, his brows furrowed slightly, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.

After eating that delicious food that I had never eaten before, when I drink this fish soup again, I only feel that the food that used to be extremely delicious suddenly has a lot less taste.

This is not an exaggeration, since Han Cheng got the fish cage out, the Qingque tribe must have fish every time they eat, and they also occupy the main position.

Eating only one type of food for many years will naturally make your taste buds tired.

Moreover, they were already hungry, and before they even reached the cave, the fragrance that had already been waferred in their hearts aroused curiosity, and they had extremely strong expectations for the food in the cave.

Han Cheng specially fried stir-fried vegetables that are not often eaten by the Qingque tribe, which increased the taste of millet dry rice.

In addition, Han Cheng's words to the senior brother before the meal, as well as Han Cheng's fish soup and barbecue, just the impatient appearance of dealing with millet dry rice caused a psychological hint to the people of the Qingque tribe that this food that they had never eaten must be delicious.

Before they have eaten the millet dry rice in their mouths, they already have the preconceived idea that this food must be delicious.

Moreover, there are only half jars of steamed millet dry rice in total, and the scarcity of the quantity sets off its preciousness.

Under the influence of these external conditions, you can eat twelve out of seven points!

What's more, the taste of the millet dry rice itself is not bad, and for the people of the Qingque tribe who have never eaten it, there is indeed a strong sense of taste impact.

"Son of God......

Seeing Han Cheng coming out of the inner hole with an empty bowl, the senior brother put down the bowl and chopsticks and hurriedly greeted him, looking a little excited to ask about the dry rice of millet.

He very much wanted to know where Miko had found this never-before-eaten food.

In fact, he already had some guesses in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

The grass ears brought by the leader of the Green Tribe, he had tasted it with his own mouth, and it didn't taste good at all, and the appearance was very different from this yellow and clear delicious food.

He really couldn't connect that grass seed-like thing with the evocative food he had just eaten.

The rest of the people also looked at Han Cheng expectantly, wanting to get the truth from Han Cheng.

The lame who participated in this matter, as well as the Huo Er and a few people who saw what happened, have never revealed the matter of millet dry rice.

Seeing the surprise and confusion of the people of the tribe at the new food made by Miko, they were very happy to know the truth.

When Han Cheng saw everyone's reaction, he smiled darkly in his heart, making you dare to despise Guzi!

He put down the rice bowl, turned around, took out a handful of ears of grain from the head of the rafter that was specially placed in the eyes, held it up for the people to see, and told them that the kind of food they had just eaten was made from this ear of grain.

Everyone was amazed, they didn't expect this inconspicuous thing to be so delicious!

Those who knew the truth before the first step were even happier in their hearts, as if they had discovered that humble millet could make delicious food.

Han Cheng held the ears of millet in his hand, and struck while the iron was hot to tell the people of the Qingque tribe about the grain.

The eyes of the people of the Qingque tribe gradually blurred, and their expressions became a little intoxicated, and they were all immersed in the golden dream woven by the Divine Son with ears of grain......