"What's wrong?"

Han Cheng asked aloud.

"I cook food, they grab clay pots......"

Iron Head said angrily.

This jar of water was brought from the river, and it seemed that it could be boiled and drunk, but the people of the Fire Tribe snatched the clay pot for no reason and overturned it to the ground, and such a thing would be unhappy for anyone.

Grab a clay pot? Han Cheng frowned.

"What's going on?"

He looked at Bai Xuemei and asked out loud.

Of course, it wasn't to ask Bai Xuemei, after all, Bai Xuemei was not the party, but asked her to ask the people of the Fire Tribe why they did this.

After muttering something that Han Cheng couldn't understand, Bai Xuemei turned around.

Before he could speak, he giggled.

"Brother Cheng, they are worried that the fire will burn the clay pot......"

After getting the results from Bai Xuemei, Tietou and the others were also happy, and the little unhappiness just now dissipated at once.

Tietou went back to the river to fetch water, and then returned to boil salted fish soup to drink.

Up to now, if the people of the Qingque tribe don't eat one soup and rice a day, they will feel uncomfortable.

It's almost comparable to Brother Dali, who drank vigorously.

Three stones were placed in a triangular shape around the fire, and a clay pot filled with water was placed on it, and in it were placed cleaned salted fish and some air-dried meat, and next to it were some wild vegetables that had been dug up by the Fire tribe and eaten by the Qingque tribe.

The people of the Fire Tribe stared at the clay pot that was burned on the fire, and several of them pinched and pinched their hands.

Although they had already learned from Bai Xuemei that the clay pot would not be destroyed by the fire, they still couldn't help but worry.

Even if it doesn't burn out, it's not good to burn such a beautiful thing when it burns black......

This mood of the people of the Fire Tribe disappeared with the birth of the delicious salted fish soup.

The most knowledgeable of the leaders of the Fire Tribe took the precious artifact, named 'pottery', and looked at the strange, never-before-eaten food, and could not swallow it.

He waited for a while, and when he saw that the people of the tribe on the water began to eat, he brought the bowl to his mouth and sucked it in the same way.

When the hot soup enters the mouth, the wonderful taste that cannot be put into words fills the entire mouth at once......

The Fire Tribe leader's eyes widened, and the rest of the Fire Tribe who drank this soup also widened their eyes.

They stared blankly at the food in their hands, and then looked at the people of the Qingque tribe who looked very ordinary, wanting to ask, but they couldn't resist the temptation of food.

No wonder they didn't show a look of surprise and admiration when they ate the roasted meat of their own and others, with such a delicacy, the food provided by their own tribe really couldn't arouse the admiration of others.

The leader of the Fire Tribe thinks more deeply than ordinary Fire Tribal people,

Ordinary people of the Fire Tribe only think that this tribe from the water is to take out this delicious food in order to compete with their own tribe, just as they want the other tribe to be surprised and get all the meat out.

The leader of the Fire Tribe did not think so, because the people of this water tribe seemed to be very relaxed and ordinary when they ate this kind of food that they were amazed and praised, just as the people of their tribe were accustomed to eating some wild vegetables and fruits and some meat on a daily basis.

The hand of the leader of the fire tribe holding the bowl trembled slightly, what kind of tribe is this!

The food you usually eat is so delicious, so what important occasion do you have to eat the food?

At Han Cheng's suggestion, Senior Brother Sha and the others opened a salt jar, pinched some finely chopped salt from it, and sprinkled it evenly on the barbecue of the Fire Tribe, and then handed the barbecue back to the people of the Fire Tribe, signaling them to eat.

After the people of the Fire Tribe took a tentative bite, their eyes instantly widened with disbelief.

This tribe from the water has a pair of magical hands, can't it?

The meat is still the same as the original meat, how did it become so delicious after passing through their hands?

Many people stared at the jar of salt with burning eyes, eager to know the secret.

"It's salt, produced by our tribe, that makes the food delicious......"

At Han Cheng's suggestion, Bai Xuemei began to explain like a person from the Fire Tribe.

The people of the Fire Tribe listened carefully to Bai Xuemei's explanation, and from time to time someone would sigh, they looked at Han Cheng and them, then looked at the salt, and then ate a bite of the food with salt in their hands, but they felt that their brains were not enough.

Amazed by the salt, they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Bai Xuemei taking a bite of 'our tribe' and calling herself a tribesman from the water......

"Salt, can we have ......"

The leader of the Fire Tribe licked his lips and looked at Bai Xuemei with a little eagerness and caution.

Just this spring, they were about to throw the sick little girl into the fire and burn her to death.

Today, after recognizing this girl, who is very different from the past, is the sick minor, they are more happy to have received an effective cure for the disease.

I was also happy with this lucky tribesman who had come back from the dead, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, she's just a minor.

But now, it's different.

As the tribe that came from the water showed more and more magic, this underage girl, who was obviously very loved by the underage leader of the other party, also attracted more and more attention from them.

Now, even the most honorable leader of the tribe would ask her about the situation, and wanted her to ask the tribal leader who came from the water if he could give them some salt and pottery.

And no one has yet felt that there is anything wrong with this.

At this time, Bai Xuemei had no fear in her heart about the tribe she once lived in, because behind her, there was Brother Cheng, who was smiling and moaning, pushing two jars of salt to the leader of the Fire Tribe.

With Brother Cheng here, the tribe where he used to live will no longer do anything harmful to himself.

"Go ahead, tell them about our tribe, but don't talk about how salt and pottery are made."

Han Cheng patted Bai Xuemei's head dotingly and said to her with a smile.

Bai Xuemei was soon surrounded by the female adults of the Fire Tribe, and everyone surrounded her and listened to her carefully, sometimes there would be female primitives asking questions, and more often, it was they who showed disbelief and exclaimed.

Endless delicious food, more comfortable houses than caves, walls that are not afraid of wild beasts, small insects that can spin silk, hemp that can be used to weave cloth......

These things, many things that I had never heard of, made the women of the Fire Tribe who were gathered around them stupid.

Among them, what impressed them the most and reverie the most was the little Nene that Bai Xuemei said.

Because when talking about this, when talking about Little Nene , the expression on Bai Xuemei's face was the most excited and proud......