When everyone was peddling goods, a genetic man dug up a few stoves and set up a large black iron pot and a few small woks.

Unhurriedly, he let his helpers unload some materials and water from the sleigh.

He took out some rice, poured it into the large iron pot, then put some of the water in the leather bag into it, and washed the rice in the pot, and after several times the helper also raised the fire in the stove.

After adding water, he took out a wooden lid and put it over the pot.

Then, he and his helpers began to pick up kitchen knives and get busy in front of many people.

The meat is shredded and sliced, the mustard is ready to come out, various spices are also placed on the table, and the mixed thirteen spices are also taken out.

At the same time, a frozen turkey was unloaded from the sleigh and the ginseng was ready.

A fire also rose under the stove of a few small woks.

The men of Cayuga were not interested in this thing, so they were surrounded by Cayuga's married women.

They looked at the gene man curiously, wanting to see what he was up to.

Some clever Cayuga women seem to have seen some fame.

"These foreigners seem to be cooking, but is it so troublesome to cook?"

"Hmm, I smell some scents, don't talk, let's take a closer look. It's nice to learn a little bit more about cooking."

"What are those materials that they use? I've never seen it before."

The group of Cayuga women gathered around each other whispered to each other.

But. The gene man and his helpers simply ignored their reactions. They are still busy with their own business and are not disturbed at all.

Soon, he stir-fried a few side dishes.

Then his helper started setting up a turkey again and started grilling.

The spices are constantly sprinkled on the turkey, and the fat of the turkey itself is grilled, and the fragrance spreads in an instant.

This fragrance made some men stop their steps, and even if they listened carefully, they could hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

And the women of the wedge yuga. One by one, their eyes widened, and they looked at the busy genetic man and his helper in disbelief.

Is this making food?

For the first time, they had seen this way of making food.

The women of Cayuga, like the women of Mohican, make food that comes and goes.

The dried butcher is boiled in water, or the meat is grilled...... Most of the time it doesn't put salt in it.

That food smells like a fart.

It can be said that this fragrance is the first time they have smelled it in so long life.

While the helper was barbecuing, the gene man brought up the fried side dishes and put them on the countertop in front of him.

"Come on, come on, everybody come and have a taste. See if the dishes we make taste good or not, it's all free! "

These Indian women are very polite. Although they surrounded this genetic person, they did not push and shove and crowded there, but kept a little distance from the platform that the genetic person had set up.

The first Cayuga taster appeared, and she was a young girl who didn't look very old.

She walked out a little shy and timid, swallowed her saliva apprehensively, and then went to look timidly at the genetic man.

The little girl was really seduced by the fragrance, she had never smelled such a fragrance.

Plus her age comparison? ∮ stack? Became the first person to come and try it.

"Don't be afraid, little girl. Give it a try."

The bright smile on the face of the gene man made the little girl's nervous heart let go of it a lot.

His teeth are so white, they're so beautiful.

The little girl's face flushed, and she felt that this foreign man was much better looking than the man in her own clan.

Well~

The little girl nodded shyly and walked over.

The gene man looked at the little girl a little shy, and couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

He picked up a wooden spoon and handed it to the little girl.

Consider that the Cayuga people are not used to using chopsticks. So the genetics people are very intimate to prepare spoons.

After taking the spoon handed over by the gene man, the little girl scooped a spoonful of the stir-fried pork from the plate of mustard and stir-fried pork and put it in her mouth according to the gene man's instructions.

Delicious!

The mustard is crunchy and tastes great.

The little girl didn't know how to describe herself. Because she suddenly felt that she had so few words to use.

"It's mustard shredded meat, and it's a home-cooked dish in our Manhattan. In the Cayuga tribe, I think every family has a butcher's shop.", the gene man smiled and said a few words to everyone, and then asked a rhetorical question.

The people around nodded their heads.

Be? Wonton beetle leaf plus? There are a lot of them.

For the Indians, it is common knowledge that there is no shortage of meat for nothing.

After all, meat is very readily available on the American continent, and who allows them to have so many wildlife resources.

"As long as everyone buys this mustard, then everyone can have a new dish.", Gene people took this opportunity to advertise.

"How's Kaya, tell me about it."

"Kaya, what the hell does it smell like, tell me about it."

"Don't ask, look at the appearance of little Kaya, and you know that it is delicious."

"I'm going to taste it too, I can't help it."

With that girl named Kaya as a role model, the surrounding Cayuga people also came alive.

However, they did not mess around, but maintained 'politeness and etiquette', and formed a long queue very well-behaved, and came to try this food one by one.

The Cayuga made the Gene Man look up at them.

"Well, it's really good, it's crispy."

The Kayuga people who ate mustard for the first time. began to let out his own admiration.

Everyone, you taste it, I taste it, and I quickly finished eating a plate of mustard and shredded pork. But don't worry, there are a few other plates of dishes for them to taste.

The next thing is much simpler, after everyone has tasted the dishes, they have an understanding of the spices sold by genetic people.

At this point, everyone's enthusiasm for buying is high.

Be? Is the locust beetle bristle rim mother in the guise of the locust? Who believes you by the empty words of your mouth?

That's what the whiteskins do, but that's a deception.

Manhattans don't fool people, they do business with integrity.

For the way of doing business in this way, the Cayuga people have not seen it.

But for this way of doing business, the Cayuga people have a great affection for these outsiders.

The reason is simple, it can be seen from their practice that these foreigners will not deceive them with some junk goods.

This is very different from those white skins.

And that's not all, the genetics will pick out a Cayuga woman and let her cook some of the dishes herself using Manhattan cooking utensils under her own teaching. The spices used are the ones that are sold by the genetically people.

And with the personal cooking of their own women, and the dishes made are poor. But this proves that these foreigners' spices are not deceiving.

Otherwise, it's just some sun-dried bark, or something like that.

It has to be said that under the sales methods of the 21st century, this wedge Yuga people have no resistance at all, they have completely fallen.

And the helper of the gene man also brought the roasted turkey at this time.

"Let's try this again and see how it tastes different from what you usually bake."

The gene man used a knife and cut it up very skillfully around the roast chicken. After a short while, the turkey was 'dismantled'.

The rich aroma is emanating and the smell is so tempting.

In this day and age, it's incredible that barbecue meat has to be sprinkled with so many spices.

But that's nothing to a genetic person.

One? Neon stunned and bad-looking? That's less than five dollars.

And such a one? Neon? But you can get dozens of beaver skins worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Damn, this kind of profiteering is incredible when you think about it.

"Hmm. Delicious, delicious. It's so much more fragrant than our usual grilled meat, and it's so delicious."

"Well, if I were to grill meat with this spice as well. Then my man won't complain about my craft."

A group of housewives in Cayuga exchanged their feelings.

"How do you exchange this spice?"

Someone is starting to ask questions about price.

"Eighty beaver skins or fifty bison skins can be exchanged for such a large bag of mixed spices.", the gene man held up a large brown paper bag in his hand, which looked no less than two catties in weight.

In modern times, more than two catties of thirteen spices can be eaten for three years.

But the genetic people know that this wedge Yuga people are estimated to be used up in a year.

But it doesn't matter, they can go hunting anyway, and then they can come back to exchange it.

Everyone began to talk about it.

For this price, the women of Cayuga find it acceptable.

"I'm going to teach you how much to put in when using this spice for food. We will never let everyone waste it, you must know that the food made by this spice will not taste good if you put too many spices."

The gene people are very intimate and began to teach cooking.

This is exactly what the wedge yuga women are doing.

And the words of the genetic people also made the Cayuga people's favorability towards them increase again.

What a tribe of integrity? Emperor Qin's curtain? Who cares if you waste or not? If it's white, they'd love you to waste it.

Know that the more you use, the faster you will run out of spices.

That way, they can exchange for more goods, don't they.

But these foreigners are not like this, they are worried that everyone will be wasted, but they still teach everyone patiently.

The captain of this small team, after watching everyone fight with the Cayuga, nodded with satisfaction.

Yes, the beginning is not bad.

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