Chapter 172: Bite of Green Sparrow Tribe
Han Cheng resisted the urge to lift the lid at this moment, He placed another piece of pottery, a piece resembling a flat-bottomed pan, on the fire.
After heating, he scooped out a few spoonfuls of animal fat that had solidified due to the gradually cooling weather and put it on top.
The white fat melted at a visible speed when it encountered the heated pottery. Han Cheng grabbed a handful of chopped wild onions and threw them into the slightly heated oil, stirring it twice. A strong onion fragrance immediately filled the cave.
Before the wild onions turned crispy, Han Cheng continuously stirred the prepared meat slices into the pot.
The combined fragrance of onions and meat filled the cave for a while.
This aroma was dominant, overshadowing the simmering fish soup and the smell of grilled meat.
"Gudong, gudong."
Some people couldn't help but swallow saliva.
Everyone in the cave couldn't resist glancing at the food the Shaman was stirring, their eyes filled with clear anticipation.
Han Cheng now had the demeanor of a skilled chef, standing calmly in front of the pot, busy with the cooking.
Unfortunately, there were no iron pots, and he hadn't pursued further education in the New East. Otherwise, he could have lifted the hot iron pot a few times, making it look even more stylish.
Wild onions were discovered when they were being walked by the old deer in the spring. Han Cheng dug them out with their roots, planted them in the courtyard, and occasionally sprinkled wood ash and water.
For the tribe's only seasoning besides salt, Han Cheng was very attentive to wild onions.
Because the reproductive ability of wild onions was not strong enough, even now, there were only two rows of less than two meters, and they were growing sparsely.
Usually, Han Cheng was reluctant to eat them; even if he did, he wouldn't pull them up by the roots. Instead, he would cut them off from the base and cover them with some wood ash and topsoil, and in a few days, new shoots would emerge.
Well, they were wild onions, but he managed to eat them as garlic chives.
After wiping his somewhat damp eyes, he, determined to make the primitive people drool, naturally wouldn't be stingy this time. He pinched off almost half a bunch of wild onions, which he usually only used when frying eggs.
The meat slices were already cooked, so they didn't need to be heated in the pot for too long. After stirring for a while, he added two handfuls of clean-washed green vegetables, carefully stir-fried. When the color of the vegetable leaves changed, he sprinkled some crushed salt, stirred it again, and then scooped it into the pottery that had been filled with clean-washed green vegetables earlier.
Green vegetables and slightly reddish meat piled up in the bowl, complementing each other, steam rising, and the fragrance spreading everywhere.
If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to make the primitive people drool and maintain his Shaman image, not wanting to appear so inexperienced, Han Cheng would have picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.
This flat-bottomed pottery couldn't be compared to the large iron pots of later generations. It couldn't fry too much at once. So, after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Han Cheng repeated the previous actions, continuing to stir-fry.
As the dusk deepened, people working outside returned one after another, carrying tools.
"So fragrant?"
With a keen nose, Hei Wa was still far from the cave entrance and had already sniffed several times. Excitedly, he shouted and unconsciously quickened his pace, wanting to return to the cave early and see the delicious food.
"Really!"
After Hei Wa's reminder, the others finally noticed the distinctive aroma in the air.
After a day of hard work, they were all hungry by now. Upon smelling this fragrance, they felt even more ravenous.
Everyone quickened their pace, following the scent.
The closer they got to the cave, the more intense the enticing aroma became, making their appetites even more unbearable.
"Tools, put them back."
As they approached the cave entrance, the Eldest Senior Brother suddenly realized that everyone still had tools in their hands. Suppressing the torment of wanting to scratch their hearts, he spoke to everyone.
After this reminder, everyone realized they had been so focused on the smell that they had forgotten to put away their tools.
They quickly rushed towards the deer pen.
The deer pen was spacious enough, providing ample space for the deer living inside.
In contrast, the caves where the Green Sparrow tribe had lived for generations had become somewhat crowded due to the rapid increase in population and the accumulation of other things. Han Cheng had people put tools like bone shovels and ladders in a corner of the deer pen to free up some space.
After quickly putting away the tools, they hurriedly walked towards the cave entrance, with some even jogging.
As they rushed there, they found it strange. Why was the food so fragrant today?
Could it be that the Divine Child made those eggs again?
Some had eaten Han Cheng's wild onion omelet before and still vividly remembered its intoxicating taste. Now, with a similar aroma, they couldn't help but salivate, their eyes gleaming.
Arriving at the cave entrance, the primitive women who were breastfeeding had already prepared water in basins on the west side of the ditch outside the cave. After hastily washing up, they hurriedly headed into the cave.
Afraid of being late and missing out on the food, they wanted to get in as quickly as possible.
Even though they understood that acquiring food needed to follow a certain order, the tempting aroma made them want to enter quickly. Even if they couldn't immediately eat, just looking at the food would bring peace of mind.
After entering the cave, their eyes quickly scanned the familiar fish soup and grilled meat cooking area, bypassing them, and then focused on the half-pot of distinctly different-looking food next to the Shaman. Their eyes were eager.
Seeing everyone's reactions, Han Cheng was very satisfied.
After secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he explained the rules for tonight's meal to the eldest senior brother with a calm and composed demeanor. As usual, fish soup and grilled meat were unlimited, but this half-pot of vegetables couldn't be taken too much. They had to ensure that everyone could have some.
As the Eldest Senior Brother prepared to start serving the respected Shaman, the Divine Child suddenly lifted the lid of a nearby clay pot.
White steam dispersed, revealing a golden color inside the black clay pot. A fragrance different from the meat fragrance wafted out, tempting and appetizing. It caused people's appetites to surge uncontrollably.
Those who were close were momentarily stunned. They hadn't expected that, besides the tantalizing vegetable dish, the Divine Child had also prepared such a visually appealing, fragrant, and never-before-seen food.
Under Han Cheng's careful supervision, this large pot of millet rice appeared for the first time in the Green Sparrow tribe and was cooked well, showing no signs of being burnt.
Standing on the side, the Eldest Senior Brother looked at the Divine Child and then at the pot of millet rice. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. Faced with this unfamiliar food, he felt at a loss.
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