Han Chengqiang resisted the urge to lift the lid of the pot at this time, and put another pottery that looked like a frying pan in the hands of the red wolf on the fire.

After heating, dig out a few spoonfuls of the refined fat of animal fat that has begun to solidify completely as the weather gets cooler.

When the white grease meets the hot clay pot, it melts at a speed visible to the naked eye, grabs a handful of chopped wild onions and throws them into the somewhat hot oil, stirs twice, and a rich fragrance of green onions immediately emits out.

Without waiting for the wild onion to scorch, Han Cheng put the prepared meat slices into the pot again, stirring continuously.

For a time, the smell of onions and meat filled the entire cave.

This aroma is very domineering, and it suppresses the aroma of boiled fish soup and barbecued meat.

"Knock, knock."

Some people are already starting to swallow uncontrollably.

The people who stayed in the cave couldn't help but look at the food that Miko was churning, and the longing in their eyes was unmistakable.

Han Cheng now has the demeanor of a chef in charge, standing calmly in front of the pot and busy.

It's a pity that there is no iron pot now, and his elders have not gone to New Oriental for further study, otherwise he would have picked up the burning iron pot and tossed it back and forth in his hand a few times, which would have looked even more stylish.

The wild onion was found by Uncle Deer walking with a rope in the spring, and Han Cheng dug it up with branches and planted it in the courtyard, sprinkling some plant ash and watering it there from time to time.

For the only condiment in the tribe besides salt, Han Chengji is very concerned.

Because the reproduction ability of wild onions is not strong enough, there are only two ridges of less than two meters so far, and they are still sparse.

Normally, Han Cheng was reluctant not to eat it, and even if he ate it, he would not uproot it, but cut it off from the roots, and then cover it with some grass ash and floating soil, so that after a few days, new shoots would come out.

Well, it's obviously a wild onion, so he was stunned to eat leeks.

After rubbing some moist eye sockets, he still decided to cry primitive people, this time he naturally will not be stingy, and pinch half of the wild onions that are usually only put during the omelette on weekdays.

The meat slices are originally cooked, and there is no need to heat them in the pot for too long at this time, after stir-frying for a while, put two handfuls of washed greens, carefully stir-fry for a while, and after the leaves change color, sprinkle some smashed salt into them, stir, and shovel them into the clay pot where the washed vegetables were put before.

The green vegetables, some of the reddened meat piled up in the pot, set off each other, there is a hot steam, and the fragrance spreads everywhere.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to cry primitive people and maintain the image of his god son, so as not to make himself look like he had never seen the world, Han Cheng would definitely pick up the chopsticks and send them to his mouth at this time.

This kind of clay pot like a frying pan cannot be compared with the large iron pot of later generations, and you can't fry too many things at a time.

So after Han Cheng swallowed another mouthful of saliva, he continued to repeat the previous action and continue to stir-fry.

As the twilight grew thicker, the people who were working outside came back with their tools.

"So fragrant?"

There was still a long way to go from the entrance of the cave, and the black baby, who had a very smart nose, had already snorted continuously, shouted full of surprise, and then involuntarily quickened her pace, wanting to rush back to the cave as soon as possible to see the delicious food.

"Really!"

The rest of the people only noticed the unusual smell in the air after Heiwa's reminder.

After a tiring day, they were already hungry at this time, and after smelling the fragrance, they only felt that their hunger was getting worse and worse.

Everyone quickened their pace and followed the scent.

The closer you get to the cave, the more intense the sultry fragrance becomes, and you want to hook out people's gluttony.

"Tools, put them back."

When he was about to reach the mouth of the cave, the senior brother suddenly realized that he and the others were still holding tools in their hands, and he endured the torment of scratching his heart with a hundred claws, and said to everyone in a loud voice.

After he reminded him like this, everyone realized that they only cared about smelling the fragrance and forgot about putting tools.

At that moment, he quickly rushed to the deer pen.

The deer pen was built spacious enough for this herd of deer to live in it.

The cave where the Qingque tribe has lived for generations, because of the rapid increase in population and the increase of other things, has now become a little crowded, in order to make some space to come out, Han Chengcheng asked people to put the tools such as bone shovels and rafters into a corner of the deer shed.

After everyone hurriedly put away their tools, they hurried to the entrance of the cave, and some people just trotted up.

As they rushed there, they wondered, why was the food so fragrant today?

Could it be that Miko is making that kind of egg again?

Some of them had eaten the wild onion omelette made by Han Cheng, and they still have an endless aftertaste of that intoxicating taste, and at this time, because of this somewhat similar taste, thinking of the golden egg wrapped in green wild onions, they couldn't help but drool, and even their eyes lit up a little.

Everyone rushed to the entrance of the cave, and the lactating female primitive man prepared water in a basin by the ditch on the west side of the cave in advance, and after a hurried wash, she hurried to the cave.

I'm afraid that if I go late, I won't be able to eat it in my mouth.

Although they also understand that the food needs to be obtained in order, they just want to hurry in when they smell this sultry fragrance.

Even if you can't eat it in your mouth for a while, it's reassuring to look at it.

After everyone came to the cave, their eyes swept over the place where the food was cooked, and automatically swept over the fish soup and barbecued meat that they were already familiar with, and quickly locked on the small half basin of food that looked very different next to Miko, and they all looked at each other.

Looking at everyone's reactions, Han Cheng was very satisfied.

After secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, with a calm and calm look, he told the senior brother the rules for taking food tonight.

There are no restrictions on fish soup and barbecue, as usual, but you can't take more of this half pot of vegetables, so you have to make sure everyone can eat some.

When the senior brother was about to start to fetch food for the respected Shenzi first, he saw that the Shenzi suddenly lifted the lid on a clay pot next to him.

The white heat dissipated, and the golden color was revealed from the black clay pot, and a fragrance different from the smell of meat came to the face, which made people can't help but move their index fingers.

The people who were close were a little stunned for a while, they didn't expect that in addition to the fragrant and sultry dish, Miko actually made such a food that looked extremely good, smelled fragrant, and had never been seen before.

Under Han Cheng's careful care, the millet dry rice that appeared in the Qingque tribe for the first time was very good, without the slightest sign of paste.

The senior brother standing on the side looked at Shenzi, and then looked at the millet dry rice in the jar, and didn't know what to do for a while.