"Sting~"

After passing through the square pieces of meat in the water, there was a large pot, and Han Cheng got half of the pot into it.

After waiting a little longer, pour half a jar of syrup into it, cover it, and boil.

After doing this, another open clay pot on the side, or something that can be called a clay pot, was also operated by him in this way.

After drinking a jar, the dizzying wine was gone, which made the second senior brother who saw this scene twitch in his heart.

But then I looked forward to the food that was being stewed in the pot.

I used a jar of delicious wine, and after making such food, it must taste extremely wonderful!

He smelled the fragrance that was gradually wafting, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but flow a crystal saliva.

After discovering it, he quickly sucked it up, licked his mouth, and turned around to dig the foundation.

"The fire is smaller."

Han Cheng lifted the lid of the pot, stirred it, and saw that the water was already boiling, so he said to the fire that was burning.

Then put the washed and cooked and cut pork intestines into the other two large vats that are often used to cook soup, add water and start boiling.

When it is almost out of the pot, add salt, chopped green onions, and cleaned wild vegetables, then add two tablespoons of fruit vinegar, stir, and put it in a large pot.

A sour fragrance has permeated the air, and the smell makes people's appetite move.

After the sour intestinal soup was ready, the stewed meat was already rotten.

Han Cheng put some salt in it, and after stirring, he put a spoonful of sticky honey in it.

When the thick honey meets the hot meat, it gradually turns red, and at the same time, the meat becomes shiny, and it looks very good in color.

A sweet fragrance that smells good and is not greasy comes to my nose.

The people who helped here couldn't stop looking at the big pot of meat that had just come out of the pot, and the movements of their hands slowed down.

A jar of wine, two spoonfuls of honey so sweet that people want to eat it on their tongues, such a good thing, just to make these two pots of vegetables?

Oh my God, how delicious this pot of meat must be!

They couldn't imagine it.

The dish made by Han Cheng is the original version of braised pork.

Because of the lack of rock sugar and soy sauce, and the clay pot used, this braised pork looks much inferior to that of later generations, which is a bit regrettable.

However, after seeing the reactions of the people around him, Han Chengcheng had no regrets.

"Don't look at it, everyone has a share, hurry up and finish the rest of the things, so that you can eat early."

He laughed.

As soon as these words came out, everyone hurriedly sped up the speed of their subordinates.

At the mouth of the cave, more and more people come here to drink tea, one by one, one by one.

Even if you are not thirsty, you have to pretend to be very thirsty, come and run twice,

Not to drink herbal tea, but to smell the enticing aroma up close, and to stick your head out to see the delicious food in the cave.

Then he happily ran away, digging the foundation, and telling the tribe how delicious the food made by the Son of God was.

Hearing this, everyone's hearts were itching, and they only hoped that the meal would be served earlier.

"Don't drink it, be careful that you don't have the stomach to eat later."

Han Cheng looked at the iron head who came over to drink water for the fourth time and said with a smile.

When Han Cheng said this, the iron head who suddenly realized this matter suddenly turned bitter......

"This ...... This ......"

A mouthful of braised pork in the mouth, tasted it carefully in the mouth for a while before finally willing to swallow the witch, looking at the remaining half of the meat, for a while, I didn't know what to say.

How can it be so delicious?

The rest of the people also changed their faces one by one.

After taking a bite, there are some who can't stop anymore, like a witch who is stunned on the spot, savoring it, and there are also those who are reluctant to say it again.

Bai Xuemei's small mouth moved quickly, her mouth was bare, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she looked at Brother Cheng beside her, her face was full of admiration.

Han Cheng saw everyone's reflections in his eyes, and his heart was also very useful, for a person who cooks, there is nothing more pleasing than the carefully cooked food that has been unanimously praised by everyone.

He picked up a piece of braised pork made of pork belly, brought it to his mouth and took a bite, the fat was crispy, the thin was easy to bite, sweet and fragrant and not greasy, it was okay.

However, compared with the braised pork eaten in later generations, it is still much worse.

And if you taste it carefully, you can taste a bad taste in the meat, and even if you use sake, honey, and green onions, you can't completely cover it.

Han Cheng knew that the source of this taste was from the wild boar.

In order to make wild boar meat delicious and completely remove this taste, it is necessary to continuously domesticate it, and at the same time, there is a necessary means, which is to gelding the boar.

Except, of course, breeding pigs.

After Han Cheng left, those wild boar cubs who tried to leave but couldn't get out of it had already grown a lot of courage at this time and began to eat the grass that Han Cheng threw in.

They were eating grass, not knowing that in the future, some of them would lose their balls and become little eunuchs......

It turns out that primitive people are more than a rice bucket that can hold food.

This time, Han Cheng deliberately made more food, which was nearly fifty percent more than the previous normal amount of food!

However, all this extra food was now gone, and it was all in the stomachs of the tribesmen.

Looking at the people who were holding their stomachs and humming, and they were still unsatisfied, Han Cheng, who was snorting, could only keep repeating the word rice bucket in his heart......

The pigsty, whose foundation had not yet been dug, stopped.

The large tracts of millet planted outside the tribe have matured when they were first planted, and it is time to harvest them.

All the manpower that the Qingque tribe could use was put into the great cause of harvesting grain, even Han Cheng, the divine son, was no exception.

All the unimportant work is stopped, and at this time, everything has to make way for the autumn harvest.

After all, these golden, sweaty grains were an extremely important food for them in the coming time.

"Stunned~stunned~"

The scythe in Iron Man's hand jumped happily, and every time such a sound sounded, a slip of grain was cut down by him and entered his left hand.

At this time, it is the happiest moment for the iron head, and the magic skills that have been refined because of mowing the grass can finally be displayed in front of people.

Compared with the messy grass, the millet of Chenglong is too easy to cut for the iron head.

When others go over, they will cut two cocoons (Liulong), and he is directly three cocoons! And it's faster than being human.

Often, the person who opened the sickle at the same time as him had to take a long time to cut his head, and the iron head was already sitting on the ridge of the ground to rest.

When others finally cut their heads and began to wipe their sweat and rest, he had already rested, got up again and began to cut back, and the place where the harvest was harvested was still very clean, and basically did not fall off the grain.

When it comes to harvesting crops, Iron Head will always be a man that no one else can look up to.

Of course, he also blindly showed his speed, regardless of others, when he was about to finish the work, after he cut his head, he would not open a new one, but turned his head to meet with the people who were left behind by him on the edge of the harvest, and 'meet' with them......