(5/5 for the Garden of Eden for Book Friends)

Han Cheng got up in surprise, and then went all the way to the warehouse where the grain was stored, and according to his previous memory, he opened the door of the warehouse marked 'Nineteen' on the wall.

More than half of it is soybeans, and the other part is peas with blackened skins.

After Han Cheng came in this time, he ignored the soybeans that had begun to turn into a variety of foods since he got the stone grinding and salt brine out, and walked straight towards the peas stored on the other side.

For the new grain obtained from the semi-peasant tribe, such as peas, after figuring out their value, Han Cheng also paid enough attention to them.

So in the spring of this year, Han Cheng directly asked people to plant all the pea seeds they got in the ground, about more than 30 acres.

Now after harvesting, I have also obtained thousands of catties of peas.

Looking at these black peas at this moment, Han Cheng was full of joy and excitement, where is this peas, this is clearly a cold powder!

Now that the autumn tiger continues to exert its might, the weather is hot, and many of the tribesmen with a strong appetite have lost their appetite by the heat, and it is a good time for this appetizing summer weapon to come into play!

"Carry two bags out!"

Han Cheng said to the senior brothers who came over.

There are many people in the tribe, and they are all full of foodies, and now in such a hot weather, when they encounter food like jelly, what can happen next, you can imagine.

So Han Cheng directly asked the senior brother to carry two bags, almost two hundred catties out.

For Han Cheng's order, Senior Brother and the others naturally obeyed.

After carrying the grain out of the granary and closing the door of the granary by the way, Han Cheng took the senior brother and them to the big canteen where they cooked.

Ask someone to find a few large pots, pour the peas from the bags into them, and add water.

The process of making jelly from peas is similar to that of making tofu from soybeans, which requires soaking the dried beans in water and then grinding them with a stone mill.

However, Han Cheng didn't let people add water and leave it alone, but called two female primitives who had done food washing work and asked them to wash these peas.

In the tribe, when the peas are hulled and harvested, they are on the threshing floor.

Although the threshing floor has been ground with stones before the grain is processed, it is inevitable that the grain will still be mixed with some sand and dust, and it is important to wash it before making the food.

Two female primitives sat on wooden piers, each holding a fence woven from broken bamboo strips under the guidance of Han Cheng, and began to wash the grain.

The so-called fence is an essential tool for washing grain, which is a circle of about ten centimeters in diameter, with a handle, and a slight depression in the middle.

Because it is woven from bamboo strips, it has good water leakage.

The two primitive women held the fence in their hands, and stirred the peas that had been flooded in the clay pot in front of them a few times to let them disperse, so that the fine sand and stone deposited in them could fully settle underneath.

Then he used a fence to fish out some pea husks that had not been cleaned up on the water surface and got them aside, and then began to officially wash the grain.

The two primitive people held the handle of the fence, which was also made of bamboo, and sank the front end of the fence into the water, and then began to rotate rapidly in circles.

In the process of rotation, it does not rotate flat all the time, but sinks to both sides one left and one right.

In this process, the peas will be stirred up by the fence and then fished to the fence.

As for the sand, which is denser than peas, it basically does not get stirred.

When the two of them fished out all the peas, the water in the basin was muddy, and there was sand at the bottom of the basin.

The washed peas are put into a large pot, re-soaked in water, and the next morning you can start making jelly.

Wu who was holding a pu fan in his hand and fanning it there watched Han Cheng and the others processing peas here not far away.

He already knew that Han Cheng was making a kind of food.

If it was in the past, when he found out that the Son of God had made something new, especially food, the witch would definitely come up.

But this time it was different, the hot weather made Wu feel breathless, and he couldn't arouse the slightest desire to eat food.

Even when I think about food, I feel a little nauseous.

Iniquity!

After perceiving his current state, the witch who was shaking the fan couldn't help but chant this mantra of his in his heart again.

In the past, when the tribe lacked food, they could eat any kind of food by themselves, and they always felt that they were not enough to eat, and they did not eat enough.

And now, in the face of food that is far better than I didn't know how much better it was then, I feel a little sick to my stomach, this is not what a sin is!

After chanting several times in a row, Wu suddenly realized one thing, that is, he was already old.

Isn't it old if you can't even eat delicious food?

After such a thought surfaced in his mind, Wu immediately felt a little panicked in his heart.

In the past, Wu was not afraid of death, but now it is different, as life in the tribe gets better day by day, Wu does not want to die more and more.

Because he wants to see how far his tribe can develop under the leadership of the Son of God.

I want to watch these minors in the tribe grow up and work together for the development and growth of the tribe......

Because of this thought in his heart, Wu Wu, who suddenly realized that he was old, became a little worried, and he didn't eat much that night......

The next morning, Han Dashenzi, who was also made by the hot weather and had no appetite and missed the jelly, got up and grinded the soaked peas himself.

The big-bellied Bai Xuemei was still standing aside, holding a wooden spoon in her hand, half a spoonful of peas and half a spoonful of water poured into the grinding eye.

The morning air was crisp, with the appearance of not waking up, and from time to time there were a few dogs barking, roosters, and sheep barking......

The sun that has not yet been scorched is scattered through the bamboo forest, leaving a little light and shadow.

The ground soy milk pooled into a column of water and fell into the large clay pot below, making a gentle sound and smashing a fine bubble, and the air was filled with the smell of raw bowl of soy milk.

The leisurely and comfortable morning actually made Han Cheng rise to the idea of letting time freeze here.

The sling is hung up again, and the bowl of soy milk that is ground out also has to go through the filtering process......

With the passage of time, the pure Chaoyang gradually became an old driver, no longer the gentle and clear appearance before, and began to show its majesty.

The weather became hot and humid, and everyone who worked began to sweat.

Originally, after thinking about it for half a night, Wu decided to force himself to eat more food, but at this time he didn't have much appetite.

At this time, Han Cheng had already poured two jars of soy milk into the clay pot and let people boil it here.

With the rise of the flames and the rise of a large amount of white gas in the clay pot, the temperature of the already hot kitchen became higher, and the whole became like a steamer.

In the summer, cooking in the kitchen is really not a good job......

Han Cheng, who wiped the sweat from his forehead, saw that the bowl of soybean milk boiling in the clay pot was already boiling, so he scooped it up with a scoop and poured it into the basin that had been prepared on the side.

"Son of God, are you going to put salt and brine?"

The people in the tribe, especially those who help in the kitchen, are familiar with the process of making tofu.

Although peas and soybeans look different, they both carry the word "bean", and they are both of the word "bean".

And the previous series of operations were exactly the same as when making tofu, so after seeing Han Cheng scoop up the boiled bowl of soy milk, except for letting people continue to put the raw bowl of soy milk into the pottery pot to continue boiling, the rest of the things did nothing, and there was no meaning of ordering tofu at all, and after waiting for a while, he finally couldn't help but remind him.

After all, if you wait too long for this cooked soy milk and then have some tofu, it will not be very good.

Han Cheng wiped the sweat on his face with the towel hanging around his neck, shook his head with a smile and said, "You don't need to put salt and brine, this is not making tofu, but making another kind of food."

Moreover, except for soybeans, the rest of the beans cannot be made into tofu. ”

Compared to tofu, jelly is easier to make, just cook the raw soy milk and scoop it into a basin to cool.

If you buy pea flour directly, it will be more convenient and faster to make.

It's a pity that there is no ready-made pea flour for Han Cheng to buy at this time, so he has to grind pea flour by himself.

"It's a delicious food, and it's guaranteed to whet your appetite when it's done!"

Thinking of the refreshment of eating cold noodles in the future, Han Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and with a mysterious expression of yearning and intoxication, he explained to the person who asked him about the new food that was about to be baked.

Now that the weather is hot, the soy milk is getting cooler and solidifying more slowly, waiting here for a while, seeing that it will take some time for these bowls of soy milk to solidify into cold powder, Han Chengcheng explained to these people who were helping in the kitchen, and turned around and walked out of the steamer-like kitchen.

These people who help in the kitchen are all people who are used to making food, and with Han Cheng's demonstration just now, plus his experience in making tofu, it is not a problem to make these.

As for Han Dashenzi, who came out of the kitchen, he also had a very legitimate reason to leave the kitchen.

The reason for this was that he had to prepare some condiments for this new food.

In fact, the real reason is that he can't stand the heat in the kitchen......

Sesame paste, chili sauce poured over hot oil, and green coriander are good things to spice up the noodles.

It's a pity that Han Cheng doesn't have any of these things.

Fortunately, there is vinegar, an indispensable seasoning for making cold powder, otherwise the cold powder made this time would simply be impossible to eat.

Outside, Han Cheng pulled off a lot of garlic from the garlic braids hanging on the wall under the eaves.

Garlic has been owned in the tribe for several years, and after several years of artificial cultivation, it is much larger than before.

There is also a considerable part of the garlic that is not very divided and is easy to grow into a single head of garlic.

The one-headed garlic thing tastes really spicy, especially when it is spicy to the root of the tongue, not to mention the sour taste.

Put these garlic cloves on the cutting board, beat them one by one with a knife, then peel them, put them in a stone mortar and add salt to rub them.

Mash the garlic cloves, scoop them out with a spoon, add cold water and stir them, and the garlic juice is ready.

What can't be done in the ointment is that there is no sesame oil floating on it.

Han Cheng pounded a lot of garlic juice and made a pot.

"Miko! Son of God! ”

Squatting in the shade of the tree, Han Cheng had just mixed the garlic juice, and before he could get up, a person who was helping in the kitchen had already rushed out of the kitchen sweating profusely, shouting all the way towards Han Cheng,

"What's wrong?"

Han Cheng was a little surprised by this guy's startled reaction, and after standing up from the ground, he looked at this person and asked loudly.

"Bowl of soy milk...... Bowl of soy milk... Yes... It's a piece! ”

The man said with a little panting, full of excitement, and there was some novelty in the excitement.

This is a cold powder!

Han Cheng suddenly became overjoyed when he heard this, and after putting the pot of garlic juice on a stone slab, he hurried to the kitchen with people.

"Son of God, will ...... Can play ......"

When Han Cheng came to the door of the kitchen, several people who were helping in the kitchen were stretching their necks around the clay basin with cold powder placed on the table.

One of them leaned sideways, making it look like he would run away at any moment, stretched out his long arm, and gently poked it with his fingers, and the soft and bouncy feeling in the basin was transmitted down his fingers at once.

The person who stretched out his finger to test it, as well as a few other onlookers, all quickly took two steps back, looking at the cold powder in the pot with novelty and some vigilance.

Seeing such a scene, Han Cheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hearing the laughter, these people looked up and found that Han Cheng had already come, and the person who reached out to touch the cold powder just now held up his finger and said to Han Cheng, looking a little confused.

If the jelly is not soft or elastic, then it is not a jelly!

Han Cheng washed his hands in the basin and came to the bowl of soy milk scooped out from the first two pots, stretched out his finger and touched it, confirming that these had really solidified into cold powder.

And the most superficial layer is still a little hard to the touch, this is a cool powder skin.

"Lift this big board outside!"

After confirming that these cold noodles had been completely made, Han Cheng commanded the two of them to carry the large board to the shaded area outside, and he didn't want to stay in this kitchen for a moment.

These pots of cold powder were also transferred outside one by one under Han Cheng's order.

"Wow~!"

"Son of God......

"This ......"

Even though the weather was hot and the autumn tigers were raging, they couldn't stop the people of the Qingque tribe from gathering around Han Cheng to see the novelty.

In particular, the grass that ran out of the kitchen just now, shouting all the way to find Miko, suddenly brought the curiosity of people who stayed in the yard and did some things to the top.

At this time, Han Cheng took the earliest pot of cold powder and buckled it on the board that was lifted out, and then uncovered the basin, and a basin-shaped piece of cold powder appeared in front of everyone.

This large piece of jelly is black and gray as a whole, semi-transparent, and has a kind of luster, and when you touch it with your hand, it will tremble and shake there, which is very beautiful.

Seeing that this new type of food that Shenzi said was so good-looking, many of the onlookers around couldn't help but be surprised, and those who didn't exclaim couldn't help but widen their eyes one by one.

Looking at the beautiful and somewhat excessive food in front of them, many people will actually have the idea of reluctance.

Han Cheng looked at the jelly made by himself, and also showed a satisfied look.

Hearing that everyone was admiring the beauty of the jelly, Han Cheng smiled, this is not a mung bean, if you find a mung bean, the jelly made with mung beans will make you feel even more amazing.

Stacked there like a large piece of jade, even Han Cheng, who has seen the world, feels that it looks abnormal.

It's best to use the kind of spatula with a lot of small holes to scrape, but it's a pity that Han Cheng's idea of making jelly rose more suddenly, and he didn't have time to make a scrape, so he could only cut it with a knife.

Han Cheng took the rectangular bronze cast kitchen knife, glued some water to both sides of the knife, and cut it off at the piece of big jelly that was buckled here.

Many onlookers around such a scene were unbearable, and some people even wanted to stop it, because this cold powder is so beautiful in the eyes of everyone!

Han Cheng took the knife and just cut it there one by one, compared to the good looks of the cold powder, he cared more about the deliciousness of the cold powder.

The jelly is not too easy to cut, the main reason is that some of the knives are stained, and you need to cut it for a while to get some water to wet the knife.

"Grass, blue flowers, you also cut them."

After Han Cheng cut it for a while, he turned over two pots of cold noodles and said loudly to the grass and blue flowers.

With so many cold noodles waiting to be eaten with such an open mouth, it is only up to Han Cheng to cut it alone, and it will have to be cut until the Year of the Monkey.

Put the chopped cold powder in another basin, pour a few spoonfuls of freshly pounded garlic juice into it, and then put some fruit vinegar, stir it with a spoon, and put it into the bowl, which looks very appetizing.

Han Cheng picked up a bowl and tasted it first, although there was a lack of many seasonings, it was already very rare to be able to eat cold noodles at this time, where is there so much exquisiteness?

A mouthful of cool and slippery cold powder slid all the way into the stomach with that refreshing energy, and it immediately made people feel refreshed.

Originally, Han Cheng just wanted to take a bite and taste it first, but after eating this bite, he couldn't stop immediately.

I was stunned and snorted and ate this bowl of cold noodles in one breath, and then stopped.

With a sharp breath, he only felt comfortable, and even this uncomfortable autumn tiger didn't seem to have such great power.

"Goo-dong!"

"Goo-dong!"

There was a sound of swallowing saliva.

Looking at Han Cheng, who had always been more mouthful, ate such a big bowl of cold noodles in one go, and showed a look of enjoyment, the onlookers around had already made this cold powder too good-looking, and they couldn't bear to throw the thought of putting their mouths to 108,000 miles away.

At the moment, they just want to taste this new food as soon as possible.

As for things like the weather is too hot and hot for people not to want to eat, under the impact of this new food, it suddenly disappears without a trace.

Han Cheng put down the bowl, wiped his mouth and signaled everyone not to worry, everyone could eat it, and then picked up a clean bowl, scooped a bowl full of cold powder, and prepared it for Wu to eat.

As a result, something unexpected happened to Han Cheng, in the past, as long as Han Cheng got something new, he would go to his side, but this time he was not by his side.

Han Cheng searched around and didn't see Wu's figure, but he found Wu's special hand-warming treasure circle.

After asking Yuan, Han Cheng learned that Wu was staying in the cave that was used as a storage room.

This was a bit abnormal, which made Han Cheng couldn't help but feel a little worried, and after explaining that everyone came to eat the cold powder as they usually did when they ate, Han Cheng took the cold powder in his hand and took the chopsticks all the way towards the cave.

The temperature inside the cave is a little cooler than outside, so it's a good place to cool off.

Wu sat on a stone at this time, holding a pu fan in his hand and slowly fanning it one by one, looking weak and preoccupied.

On the one hand, he was worried because of the heat, and more because he realized that he was old and might not live long.

The two mixed together, making Wu even more unappetizing.

The more he lost his appetite, the more uncomfortable Wu's heart became.

Because in his understanding, if you can't eat food, it means that this person is not done.

This is also the main reason why he knew that Miko was making new food today, but Wu sat alone in the cave and did not go over to fight and watch.

"Wu, eat jelly."

Han Cheng walked in and saw Wu who was sitting on the stone, and his whole person looked a little sluggish, and said loudly.

Han Cheng didn't say that it was okay to eat food, but at this time, when he mentioned food, Wu Wu, who was already disgusted in his heart, remembered the rice that was steaming, burning his hands when he picked it up, and eating it in his mouth, and his stomach suddenly turned over for a while, and the whole person bowed down and retched.

"Wu!"

Han Cheng, who watched this scene, was shocked, hurriedly put the bowl aside and walked over quickly, stretched out a hand and patted it slowly on Wu's back.

After a while, Wu was relieved.

"Wu, what's wrong with you?"

Han Cheng was full of worried questions, and there was already sweat on his forehead, but at this time, he was frightened by Wu's state, and suddenly another layer of sweat appeared.

"Son of God, I... I'm going to die. ”

Wu, who straightened up, looked at Han Cheng and said with sadness and weakness.

As soon as these words came out, Han Cheng's heart beat violently, and after a pause, it began to sound like a drum, his legs and feet were a little sore, and the whole person was unstable on his feet, almost falling to the ground.

Looking at Wu, Han Cheng's whole person felt dizzy.

This...... How is this possible! How can you say that death is death!

In the entire tribe, Wu was the person Han Cheng respected the most, the kind of elder who was regarded as an elder.

Han Cheng just wanted this old man, who was becoming more and more childish, to be able to accompany him and the tribe like this all the time.

To see the minors in the tribe grow up, to see the tribe become better little by little with the efforts of everyone, why is it that now all of a sudden they are going to die?

At the same time as dizziness, Han Cheng's nose was also uncontrollably sour, and he had the urge to burst into tears.

Wu who was sitting on the stone reached out to support the shaking Han Cheng and let Han Cheng sit side by side with him on the stone.

"Wu, you... How did you? ”

Under Wu's support, Han Cheng, who was sitting on the stone with a trembling body, looked at Wu asking loudly, his voice trembled, his throat was very dry, and tears were already dripping uncontrollably.

Wu didn't expect that after the Son of God learned the news that he was going to die, he would have such a big reaction.

After a short period of discomfort, infected by such an atmosphere, and thinking that he would never see these things again in the future, Wu's heart became even more sad, and tears slipped down his cloudy eyes.

"I... I'm old, and... I can't eat the food yet......"

After a long while, Wu said with a particularly sad look.

"Don't worry......

After hearing Wu say the reason, the tears in Han Cheng's eyes suddenly welled up more, and he opened his mouth to comfort Wu, but after half of the comfort, Han Cheng was suddenly stunned, and the next words were all stuck in his throat all of a sudden, and he even forgot to shed tears.

"Wu, what do you say about you?!"

After being stunned for a while, Han Cheng looked at Wu who was sitting there with a sad face and was still crying, and hurriedly asked again.

"I... I'm old, eat... Can't eat food, eat ...... If you can't eat the food, you'll die......"

Wu's worries that have been suppressed from yesterday to today, as well as the attachment to life and the fear of death, were aroused by Han Cheng, and he was in the middle of an outbreak at this time, and he was even more sad when Han Cheng asked him like this.

Old? Can't eat enough food?!

This is how you judge that you are going to die?!

Han Cheng, who was no longer crying at all, looked at Wu who was sitting there sad and was about to cry bitterly, and the whole person felt like an electric shock.

Is there anything scary like you? Is there anyone like you who deceive people's tears?

Wu, you have deceived me into crying, I haven't settled accounts with you, but you yourself are still crying here, won't your conscience hurt?!

Han Cheng, who was caught off guard by this unexpected answer, stood here, not knowing what to say to express his feelings for a while.

I can't eat because the weather is too hot, and there are more people in the tribe who don't have a good appetite these days, so why do they have to die together?

Let's just say, a few days ago at night, I heard him and the round drum making noise, it doesn't make sense that it's just a few days later, and it's going to be gone.

"Wu, don't be sad, you're okay!"

Before, Han Cheng's half sentence was still comforting, but at this time, it has completely become a certainty.

After hearing Han Cheng's words, Wu Wu, who was crying there, was stunned, and then cried even more.

Shenzi must be lying to himself, he is the oldest in the tribe, and he can't eat food anymore, how can he be okay?

Han Cheng cried even more when he saw Wu, and he was also very helpless, and he didn't know how to persuade this old man who couldn't stop crying for a while.

At this moment, his gaze swept over the bowl of cold noodles that he had put aside, and Han Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Wu, don't cry, let's eat a bowl of my newly concocted cold powder first."

Han Cheng came to Wu with cold powder and said loudly.

Wu, who was crying energetically, felt disgusted when he heard Han Cheng talk about food.

"I ...... Don't eat,... Don't eat..."

After retching twice, Wu straightened up and waved his hand at Lian Lian.

"This food is different from before, it's very refreshing, I don't really want to eat these days, I just ate three bowls!"

Han Cheng said as he showed an aftertaste, and in order to increase his credibility, he exaggerated one bowl into three bowls.

There is no way, old children, old children, sometimes they have to be coaxed as children.

After Han Cheng's words came out, Wu Wu, who was shaking his hand there, was stunned for a moment.

"Really?"

Wu wiped away a handful of old tears and looked at Han Cheng with some confusion.

"Of course it's true!"

Han Cheng said with great conviction, and brought the cold powder bowl in his hand to Wu's side.

Wu Gang wanted to pick it up, but a wave of annoyance came up, and after doing this twice, Wu gave up the idea of eating.

"Wu, you close your eyes, don't look, eat a bite first."

Han Cheng was also a little anxious when he looked at it from the sidelines, and felt a little worried about Wu.

Wu listened to Han Cheng's advice and closed his eyes, and Han Cheng came to feed him with a bowl.

It's just that the witch with his eyes closed has some determination on his face.

"Open your mouth." Han Cheng said.

Wu opened his mouth, and Han Cheng plucked a chopstick jelly into Wu's mouth.

The entrance of the jelly is cool and slippery, with the sourness of vinegar and the spicy and fragrant garlic.

Wu, who was already half nauseated, stopped nauseating when he realized that the taste was indeed not different from the taste of the food he ate on weekdays.

He froze here with his mouth half-open for a moment, then suddenly sped up his chewing.

After three or two clicks, he swallowed the cold powder in his mouth into his stomach.

The tightly closed eyes also opened, and he didn't feel disgusted when he looked at the bowl in Han Cheng's hand and the cold noodles in the bowl, but his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to pounce on them and eat all these delicious cold noodles in the bowl into his stomach at once.

Seeing this, Han Cheng flicked another chopstick into Wu's mouth.

After being fed by Han Cheng in this way and eating two bites, Wu felt that eating like this was not enjoyable, so he took the rice bowl from Han Cheng's hand, and kept pulling it into his mouth, and he was reluctant to lift his head when he ate.

The speed of eating is comparable to that of the wind and clouds, and it is only a moment of effort, and a large bowl of cold noodles is already gone.

Such a rapid eating speed should be something that an elderly person can have?

Fierce and even breathtaking, willing to bow to the wind, this is a person who can't eat and wants to die?

"Wu, isn't this rice fragrant?"

Han Cheng looked at Wu who had eaten a large bowl of cold noodles in one go, and asked out loud with a snort.

"Incense! It smells so good! ”

Wu sincerely admired.

Then he raised his neck and drank some of the remaining juice in the bowl, and after smacking his lips, he looked at Han Cheng and asked with hope, "Son of God, is there any more food for this?" ”