After all, it was the first time to use rice as a staple food for everyone to eat, and Song Xuan also saw it very grandly, and after the litmus and a few people finished scooping the rice, they all got it.

Although the efficiency is not very high, the rice yield is okay, probably less than 100 catties of rice, and finally there are almost 60 catties of rice, but there are still a lot of dirty things on the rice after such simple treatment, so it has to be washed many times.

But soon there was another question in front of Song Xuan, that is, how much water should be put in the cooking rice, for the vat of primordial rice in front of him, Song Xuan had no bottom in his heart, according to the usual habit, that is, a knuckle is fine, but put it here, Song Xuan is still a little worried that the water is not good.

Whether it's thin or dry, it will affect the taste, but now I can only bite the bullet, just follow the experience of cooking rice in the past, I believe it will not be too bad.

Moreover, Song Xuan is ready to start work on both sides, part of it is directly boiled into rice, and the other is a pot of porridge alone, in fact, it should be porridge that is more compatible with the current weather.

And it is also better matched, especially the meat and fish marinated in the tribe, Song Xuan also made the two most common ways to eat, so that everyone can taste it.

After watching Song Xuantao wash it a few times, he put the rice directly into the pot, then measured the water with his middle finger, and then closed the lid, Shi Yan asked with some curiosity:

"Oracle, is this okay?"

"No, it's going to take some time!"

The first time he cooked rice, Song Xuan didn't put too much, only a small half of the two pots were put in, and the other porridge was even less, only a quarter, but the water was the most among the three pots.

"Okay, fire!"

It is very convenient for the tribe to take fire now, especially in winter, there is fire everywhere, but even now, the main way to use fire in the tribe is to save the fire, although the fire bow is not difficult to use, but after all, it still needs to go through an additional process, how can you directly move the brazier over quickly.

The most used fire bow is still when it is outside, especially when the hunting team, often going out for several days, even if it is a little improvisation at noon, you still have to eat better at night, at least you have to cook a pot of fresh broth or grill some meat, at this time it is much more convenient to have a fire bow, and you don't have to worry about no fire when you go out, and you don't have to deliberately keep the fire, which still saves a lot of things.

It is not difficult to cook rice, the fire can be slightly smaller after boiling, and it is good to remove the open flame when there is a crackling sound in the pot.

What's more, Song Xuan is still staring at it from the side, but the current stove is still made of stones, which is not good-looking, Song Xuan has never noticed this matter before, and now it seems that it is still necessary to transform it in the future, at least there must be a better environment for cooking.

Soon the two pots grunted, Song Xuan carefully opened the lid and took a look, there should be no big problems, and the water didn't look like a lot.

As for the pot of porridge, because there is a lot more water, the speed will be slower, but it will soon boil, unlike cooking rice, the porridge needs to be slowly boiled on low heat, so after boiling, Song Xuan asked you to control the fire in just the right state, and let it cook slowly on the side.

This pot of porridge can be regarded as Song Xuan's guarantee plan, even if the rice is not cooked successfully, the porridge must have no way to fail.

After a while, the sound of rice gurgling gradually became quieter, and the smell of rice began to spread around.

"Huh?"

"Oracle, is this here?"

Smelling this different fragrance, Shi Yan pointed to the pot and asked.

"Hmm!"

Hearing that there was already a noise in the pot, Song Xuan hurriedly took out the largest firewood, and the burnt rice was inedible.

Since there is no separate kitchen in the tribe, cooking is basically in this corner of the main house, and the fragrance quickly spreads to the surroundings, Song Xuan also found that although the yield of this rice is not very good, and the plants are very short, the fragrance is still very obvious, at least more fragrant than the ordinary rice he used to eat.

Not long after, Shi Meng and a few people came over after smelling the smell:

"Oracle, this is what rice tastes like?"

They were also very curious about the rice that Song Xuan had been talking about for more than a year, this was also the first time they had smelled the aroma of rice, although they had seen how Song Xuan cooked rice porridge before, but it was too rough.

This time it was obviously much more tempting, and Shi Yong was about to lift the lid to take a look, when Song Xuan knocked on his hand with a stick:

"Don't worry! Eat again later! ”

In addition to maintaining the due sense of mystery, before it was completely done, Song Xuan didn't dare to easily open the lid to see the situation inside, just like Schrödinger's cat, in case there was a bad result, it was not easy for him to accept it now.

If you want the rice to be fragrant, you still have to simmer for a while, and at this time, you don't need any big or small fire, just use the remaining primer in the stove.

However, the speed of the porridge will be much slower, Song Xuan glanced at it quietly, it was still just a pot of rice soup, and it would take a while to cook.

Song Xuan only realized now, he should cook the porridge first, so that the two things can be cooked in about time, there is no need to be like now, the rice is almost cooked, and the porridge will have to take at least half an hour.

But fortunately, it's still early, it's not dark yet, and I'm not in a hurry to eat, just keep it warm after cooking, and the taste won't have much effect.

When the meat was almost roasted, Shi Meng, who was a little anxious who had been waiting for a long time, also began to surround him:

"Oracle, alright?"

In fact, the rice had already been cooked, and Song Xuan also opened it and took a look at it, at least it looked good, but now seeing that everyone was waiting in a hurry, he also opened the lid of the porridge under the witness of everyone.

At this time, the pot for cooking porridge is still grumbling, after cooking for so long, the effect is still very good, it is very viscous at first glance, although I don't know what kind of rice this is, but whether it is used to cook porridge or rice, it looks good.

"Wow~"

"This is rice?"

"This is porridge, this is rice!"

Saying that, Song Xuan opened the lids of the other two pots, and the white rice suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.

Since it was time to start the meal, Song Xuan didn't hesitate:

"One by one, one bowl per person"

"Fight less, try both!"

Although it was a little noisy during the meal, there was still order that should be there, especially now that there are more people in the tribe, basically they all come in line one by one.

Usually, you can divide into small teams and small teams, and a dozen or so people can just take away with a pot, but this is not so convenient for cooking rice for the first time.

Although each pot looked very large, it was still a little difficult to fill the stomachs of more than a hundred people, so when Song Xuan cooked for them, he also made a shallow half a bowl.

And Song Xuan found that although he had everything else, he seemed to be missing a rice spoon, and the spoon he used now was still used for soup, which was very inconvenient.

Although someone had already prepared the meal in advance, everyone tacitly did not eat it, and it seemed that they were waiting to finish it together.

Although Song Xuan was also very greedy, after all, this was the first time Teng Snake had eaten rice, and as a promotion ambassador, he naturally had to pay more attention.

Fortunately, with the help of Shi Yan and a few people, soon everyone had something in the bowl, either rice or porridge, and the barbecue meat and grilled fish were also placed on the plates they usually used for eating.

In winter, the meat is easy to cool down after it is cooked, so the baking tray is placed above the brazier, heated while eating, and surrounded by a group of people, the atmosphere is relatively relaxed.

After everyone finished fighting, Song Xuan also hurriedly got himself a bowl, knowing that he hadn't eaten it all along, and he was waiting for himself.

As soon as he finished eating, looking at the long-lost rice in the bowl, Song Xuan suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry, he had never been willing to eat it in order to keep the seeds, but now he could finally taste it again.

Without any extra words, Song Xuan picked up a chopstick and gently stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes, and began to taste it slowly.

Although I have long since adapted to eating meat all day long, this bite of rice seems to have fallen into my genes and will never be forgotten.

Song Xuan never imagined that one day, the white rice in his mouth would be so delicious.

Looking at Song Xuan, who was enjoying himself, everyone was a little curious, is this white thing really so delicious?

Song Xuan didn't know how many times he had chewed this mouthful of rice, and when he finally swallowed it, there was nothing left.

Looking at the curious crowd, he said:

"Eat them all, don't wait!"

Today's dinner is not treated differently, even the captives are eaten together, there are not many such scenes, see, in the tribe, the captives are waiting for the snake to eat after eating, and the food is all leftovers, although there will be more intentionally, but there is a certain difference in quantity and quality.

Everyone basically ate it for the first time, so they also followed Song Xuan's example and closed their eyes and chewed, but obviously, this way of eating is not suitable for this group of primitive people to stir a few times, and everyone is a little impatient.

But even so, the slightest hint of sweetness in the rice still made everyone taste it:

"God...... Oracle, this is sweet? ”

"Seems pretty good."

"It's just a little bland......"

Hearing this, Song Xuan also remembered, everyone was different from him, there was no excessive plot for this rice, and even before this, he was a little resistant, so naturally he couldn't look for past memories in it like him.