Since this day, Wang Yang has been frantically refining brown sugar, and the second time the brown sugar came out, he didn't joke with everyone, and honestly let everyone take a small piece to eat.

I don't know if it's because there is too much energy in brown sugar, but everyone smirked hard after eating it, and wanted to take it again.

Wang Yang also let them eat as much as they wanted.

Of course, just eating sugar obviously couldn't satisfy Wang Yang's foodie mentality, so he began to put sugar in the dish, and then steamed a basket of sweet steamed buns.

As soon as the white steamed bread was dyed with brown sugar, it became the yellow steamed bread of later generations, but unfortunately it was not fermented and was still very hard.

He took a hot yellow steamed bun, his hand was hot, and he threw it left and right, and finally it was a little cold.

I couldn't wait to take a bite, and although the steamed steamed buns were fluffy and unfermented, they were also very soft.

Feel the sweetness of the soft steamed bun in your mouth, and you will be as happy as eating honey.

Everyone also realized the benefits of sugar, and almost every moment they had to put sugar. Wang Yang squinted his eyes, his eyes flashed, but he didn't stop it.

Not only that, but he also made the famous food of later generations, rock sugar gourd!

Set up a copper pot, he put the brown sugar into the pot, and as the temperature increased, the brown sugar softened again, turned into thick juice, and then became full of foam.

Wang Yang strung a bunch of fruits, turned them around on the foam, and put them aside to cool.

When it cooled, the outer part of the fruit formed a thin icing.

Wang Yang took a bite, only to feel that the mouth was sweet and sour, sweet and sour, and overflowing. It's not just the taste, it's more about the memories.

Eat here. He burst into tears again, wiping his tears and scolding in his heart, "Damn smoke." Smoked Lao Tzu to tears. ”

This food quickly became popular throughout the tribe, from the forest to the wheat fields and then to the grasslands, and everyone was fascinated by this food.

Wang Yang knew very well that it was not because of how delicious the rock sugar gourds were, but because their food was basically unvaried, so a snack was born and they were occupied.

Wang Yang's pursuit naturally did not stop there, and he explained to Liu San: "When I come back these days. Help me get some eggs, I'm going to make some food. ”

Liu San nodded vigorously, he had just tried the rock sugar gourd, and he had the opportunity to eat other good things?

He was so excited that he immediately took the men with him, and in the evening he came back with a bag of eggs.

There are many, many birds in the nearby forests, the pristine ecosystem has not been destroyed, and many animals that like to dig for bird eggs have been killed by humans.

Instead, it has become a paradise for birds. Harmonious coexistence on twitter.

Of course, the most important thing is that everyone is really not interested in bird eggs, and they dug too much in the canyon back then. It's eaten raw again, sticky and fishy, which makes people sick to their stomachs.

They shared their feelings with others, and naturally everyone was not interested in eggs.

Wang Yang's attitude is also to try not to disturb these birds. He would love to catch a few starlings and teach them to speak.

So the birds in the neighborhood are not afraid of people. Some stupid birds saw Liu San climb the tree. Still didn't fly away.

It wasn't until Liu San stretched out his claws to the bird's egg that the bird's feathers were startled.

"Oh, dare to snatch my eggs!"

When he came back, he saw Wang Yang stirring flour there, and he hurriedly sent the bird's eggs over.

The news spread quickly, and everyone knew that Wang Yang was going to make food again, so they gathered around to see what kind of food it would be this time.

Glancing at the crowd that was surrounded by water, Wang Yang didn't say anything more and took two bowls.

Open the eggs, separate the whites from the yolks, then beat the yolks, pour in the flour and beat again.

Then he went to beat the egg whites, and in order to increase the sweetness, he put a little salt, then added sugar, and beat the egg whites into a creamy shape, the kind of cream that does not fall off the bowl upside down, and is as sticky as glue.

Then stir the egg whites and the floured egg yolks together, turn them up and down, and shake them a few times to shake the foam up.

Finally, take another bowl, smear it with a little to prevent it from sticking, and steam it out of the pan.

"Huh? I'm doing this, it's just the simplest ordinary cake, do I want to add something else to it? ”

His eyes were on the fruits, and he took out the tender flesh from the fruits, mixed them into a paste, and steamed them.

After a few minutes, he opened the lid and found that it was not yet good, and steamed it for a while, and this time he opened it, and saw that the cake had swelled up.

"That's it!"

His eyes lit up, he took out the cake from it, cut it into a dozen pieces, and took out a yellow cake himself, and small pieces of flesh could be seen on the surface.

When you take a bite, you will feel that it is extremely soft, and the taste of the flesh and cake fills your mouth, with the fragrance of fruit and the texture of cake, which is wonderful.

"It's fantastic." He no longer tasted it, and ate it in large gulps.

Seeing that his eyebrows were dancing when he ate, he wanted to swallow the root of his tongue, but the onlookers could only swallow their saliva secretly, and they didn't dare to step forward to get it.

You must know that the cake is only a small piece, and it is not enough for everyone to share.

When Wang Yang was full, half of the cake was gone, touched his round belly, and smiled with satisfaction.

"I can't eat it, I hold it, I hold it up." Glancing at the people who were wide-eyed and swallowing saliva, Wang Yang felt funny, and pointed to the cake: "What are you doing in a daze, it's divided." ”

Suddenly, everyone pounced on the hungry dogs.

It's a pity that no one can eat such a delicacy, it is some high-status people who taste the sweetness first, and everyone looks at Wang Yang who went to sleep after eating, can't you make the cake bigger?

How could Wang Yang not know the thoughts of the people? It's just that recently he thinks about more than just eating, eating what he should eat, drinking what he should drink, and then it's time to get down to business.

What's the matter with him, you ask? That's too many, too many to count, but what's the tricky thing right now?

Perfect the verb!

This problem, which he has postponed for a year and has not yet figured out, is naturally not easy to solve at all, but it will not work if he does not solve it, if he wants to promote culture, he wants to make the tribe go further, so he can only improve the text first.

A well-developed writing system is so important that you have to spend a lot of brain cells on it.

The next day, he made a big, big cake for everyone to eat.

After tasting the taste of the cake, everyone is beautiful, and they can't wait to eat the cake at once, eat the cake every day, oh no, and have to eat some rock sugar gourds.

As for the birds that used to live in harmony...... Still don't talk about feelings.

It's a pity that after a few days, Wang Yang was annoyed, originally, delicious things can't be eaten every day, and if you waste too much time for a delicious thing, it will be even more worth the loss.

The eggs were so small that it would take a lot of time to separate the whites and yolks, and it was even more tiring to beat the whites into cream, so he didn't do anything.

If you want to do it, go catch some chickens, ducks and other animals to lay big eggs.

Everyone thought this suggestion was good, and proposed to catch a moa to raise, the moa's eggs were big enough, and Wang Yang almost fell down when he heard it.

In the next few days, Wang Yang invented tables, stools, chopsticks, ticket stubs and other things, so that everyone could put the food on the table to eat, don't keep it on the ground, there is not much dust walking around?

Everyone also felt that it was inconvenient to eat on the ground, and it was more comfortable to sit and eat, that is the damn chopsticks...... How does it work?

Lined up the table of eight immortals, there were dozens of tables, all kinds of dishes came up one after another, took a sip of milk instead of wine, picked up chopsticks and took a sip of fruit and meat, and drank a few small fish soup caught from nowhere.

At the end, I will have a few more slices of fruit after dinner, and then I will walk back to my room with a toothpick in my mouth and close my eyes to recuperate.

It seems that life is also colorful, and it is easy to give birth to the satisfaction of eating like this and waiting for death for a lifetime.

Approaching the afternoon, naturally someone put a string of rock sugar gourds and a piece of cake on the side of his bed, although it is made by others, there is a gap in the taste and heat, it is still very good to eat, after all, it is not a full banquet of the Han Dynasty, and it is easy to learn to make.

This time, it's time to get down to business.

He found the "painting master Li Si", and now Li Si's painting skills are already superb, only according to the fineness of painting on the clay, and his level is above Wang Yang.

That's right, he is already better than the blue, surpassing Wang Yang, the master.

To be honest, Wang Yang doesn't think he is a good master, he doesn't teach everyone how to draw beautifully, as long as he can draw a rough idea so that others can understand it.

It can be said that Li Si is completely relying on his own talent to create, which really makes Wang Yang, a traverser, embarrassed, when a traverser meets an indigenous genius, what should he do?

There are really not many geniuses, but Li Si is one of them, even Zhang San, who has excellent carpentry work, is not a genius.

If this guy is put into the future, how can it be the level of Picasso Van Gogh.

But he didn't ask Li Si to paint, he came to discuss with him how to simplify an action into a shape that everyone can understand.

"Give me a seat, I have something to tell you."

He drew a very ordinary picture of hunting on the ground, and in this picture there was a man holding a spear thrower, and the spear and arrow were ready to be fired.

In front of the man was a wild beast.

Then he drew another picture, again of a man holding a spear thrower, with a beast in front of him.

It's just that this person's waist is twisted, and the movement of his hand is about to shoot forward.

Then he drew another picture, in which the spear and arrow had already hit the beast.

That's right, these three pictures are a comic strip that tells the story of a man who shoots a beast.

But Wang Yang didn't stop, and drew some more pictures, which were adjectives, such as radioactive lines, and other things.

Pointing to these two paintings, Wang Yang went straight to the point: "These adjective symbols can be reflected in the pictures, or they can be taken out separately, and now, I want to take out another thing." (To be continued......)