Chapter 82

The meat is tender and refined, melts in the mouth, and the spicy chives make the meat slices taste very delicious, without the greasy feeling of barbecue, which is very delicious.

"Delicious, right?" Ye Qingxin looked at Qi expectantly.

Kai couldn't help but nodded, "It's delicious." What is this called? ”

"On my plane, this thing was called ...... A hot pot with little water in clear soup! You can blanch all kinds of meat slices, vegetables, mushrooms, and it's delicious! Ye Qingxin replied with a smile, and then sandwiched a few more emerald green and deep lettuce leaves, scalded them, and put them on his lips to blow them gently, "You taste this again!" ”

"Squeak...... Squeak......"

Unlike the melt-in-your-mouth meat slices, the fragrant broth is crisp and sweet, with an endless aftertaste, which is a bit longer in the name.

"Goodo......"

"Goodo......"

The other people gathered around couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they saw that Qi was eating with relish and were tempted by the smell of food.

"What are you doing in a daze, let's eat hot pot together!" Ye Qingxin greeted warmly.

But no matter how they greeted them, they just looked at Ye Qingxin blankly, and none of them dared to move.

"What's wrong? This is a hot pot, just blanch the meat slices, it's delicious......" Ye Qingxin looked at everyone with a puzzled face, "Why don't you eat it?" ”

"It's not that they don't want to eat, it's that they can't." Qi suddenly smiled and said, "Heart, the meat slices are very hot in the pot, and you don't know how to use the skill of sandwiching meat between two branches." ”

"Uh...... My bad! Ye Qingxin held his forehead and suddenly realized, "How did I forget this stubble, then you tell everyone to break the branches, and I will teach them how to use chopsticks to make hot pot." ”

Soon, everyone was holding two branches in their hands, but the grasping movements were all kinds and very strange.

Food is the biggest motivation, whether the people in the tribe have learned to use chopsticks or not, but at least they can make hot pot.

Someone put a slice of meat on a branch, let the whole branch go in to cook, and then take it out, it is a proper skewer!

Those who did not learn to use chopsticks quickly learned the same, and in a short time, the clay pot that was boiling was full of skewers.

Ye Qingxin looked surprised, slapped his face and smiled, "These guys have also learned to draw inferences, it's amazing!" ”

For a while, lunch in front of the cave became a gastronomic carnival.

Everyone was captured by this fresh way of eating, those cooked meat slices obviously did not even have a drop of oil, but they were even better than the taste of barbecued meat, and those strange-shaped plants, the taste after being scalded, made them forget the warnings of the clan elders in an instant.

Even if it's poisonous, you have to eat it first!

While the group of people were eating hot pot lively, the strange man was still lying on the ground not far away, silent.

Gradually, the smell of food reached his nose, making him restless.

"Hehe......"

A low, hoarse cry came out of his mouth, and a pair of dark eyes burst into a look of eagerness and greed, and he crawled not far away with all his might.

Although his stomach was heavy, his stomach was empty as if he hadn't eaten in a year, and the smell of food made him want to eat uncontrollably.

"You want to eat too...... Chafing dish? A man in the tribe saw the strange man crawling over, looked at the piece of meat in his hand with a cold and greedy look, and threw a slice to him.

The man threw himself into his mouth and swallowed it before he could chew it.

"Hehe......" The smell of flesh made his mouth sound more urgent, and he stretched out his thin arm and grabbed it in mid-air, his skeleton-like face showing a fierce look.