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Chapter 87 Different porridge

It turns out that this is the same as firing pottery. When the flame is concentrated, it will be hotter and burn faster.

Why didn't I think of it...

Inspired by Miao, the Yougu tribe has the same problem. Their clay pots are thicker and they have to wait for a long time to cook. If such an earthen platform can be used, the cooking time can be greatly shortened!
The Great River Tribe has changed, and it is completely different from the last time I came.

he thought to himself.

Perhaps they were indeed guided by the sky, just as we are guided by the earth.It's a pity that Aoi didn't come, Aoi is the priest, she knows more than me, she should be able to chat with that boy called Tian, ​​if he is really a priest...

"Forget it! I'll talk about it after you finish your meal!"

Xiao is not happy to tell it anymore, the audience this time is not good, everyone is absent-minded, and there is no response for a long time, this story is boring.

He couldn't help thinking about the benefits of pine cones and pine needles, and wondered why the people from the Big Tree tribe hadn't arrived yet?They haven't heard the story of Pan Gu's creation of the world!
The guests knew that they were rude, and sincerely apologized, saying that they would come to join us after eating.

It can't be their fault, it's just that the smell of the food is too fragrant!

The last time the Big Tree tribe heard the story after they had eaten and drank enough. They had traveled a long distance, and their stomachs were already protesting.

The tempting aroma continuously floated in from the mouth of the cave. Even if they could control their eyes, they couldn't control their noses, and they couldn't even swallow the saliva in their mouths!
Just smelling it made Miao feel a little embarrassed.

Before he set off, he thought about teaching them to cook porridge and rice in clay pots, but now that he thought about it, he was a bit presumptuous.

"There's no need because we've made such trouble, and it's getting late..."

Miao said politely.

The warm hospitality of the Great River Tribe not only surprised him, but also made him uneasy.

This was completely different from what he had expected. He and his tribe were prepared to be treated coldly. Given the past relationship between the two tribes, it seemed normal to be treated coldly...

Miao didn't see much hostility in the eyes of the masters, but he also didn't see the enthusiasm that matched it, but some kind of strange emotion... Should I say pity?There is love and forgiveness in pity, like the eyes of a mother looking at a child who has made a mistake.

what's the situation? !

At this moment, Lan Hua looked at these lost children with eyes full of motherly love, and said with a smile: "No trouble! This is how we usually cook, it has nothing to do with you, it's just a habit. Since Lin came to our tribe, we The diet is becoming more and more refined."

"Forest?"

"It's that tall girl, she is just like the sky, she has inherited the knowledge from her ancestors."

Miao had noticed Lin Yu a long time ago. She was sitting among the children, standing out from the crowd. He once thought that this woman, like He, was not very smart. Who would have thought that she was another "child prodigy"?
Are children who inherit the knowledge of their ancestors all such "freaks"?

He thought of the children of his own tribe, except for being stupid, and there was no other weirdness, and he couldn't help but feel very depressed.

"There is one thing I don't quite understand." He asked, "Since you have no shortage of food, why did you agree to our terms?"

Seeing these eye-opening scenes, even if he was bewildered, he understood one thing: Not only were they not starving, but they were doing well, better than ever before!
They are even feeding the lynx!
Terrible indeed, who would feed a carnivorous beast?Besides, lynx meat is not tasty at all.

All signs indicate that the Great River Tribe is no longer what it used to be. They are no longer the same Great River Tribe who were so hungry that they gnawed bark.

Lan Hua's answer made him puzzled.

"Ancestors never abandon any child," she said.

Miao was about to ask, when the women shouted, "It's time to eat!"

Bowls of steaming multi-grain porridge were served to the guests. The porridge was thick and rich, and a mouth-watering aroma could be smelled from a long distance. It not only had the fragrance of the grain itself, but also mixed with the rich aroma of meat and Caixiang!

The young hunters reached out to take the pottery bowls, and were surprised to find that the porridge was still mixed with minced meat and chopped vegetable leaves!
They have eaten porridge and rice since they were born, but they have never seen this cooking method!
Regardless of blowing on the hot and cold porridge, they couldn't wait to take a big sip. As a result, their lips and tongues were scalded by the porridge just out of the pot. They opened their mouths wide and gasped. The porridge was spit out, making everyone laugh.

"No hurries?"

Miao was dissatisfied with the urgency of the people of the tribe, and thought to himself, isn't it just a bowl of porridge, which is less than usual?
But he also had to admit that the bowl of porridge in front of him was indeed much more fragrant than the ones he had eaten before, and the steaming heat seemed to contain some kind of magical power, which made his index finger twitch, and he almost couldn't control himself.

As the leader of the tribe, he is the oldest member of the "Mission Mission" this time, he must maintain the demeanor of the elders, and must not make jokes and embarrass the tribe.

He picked up the porridge bowl, resisted the urge, and gently blew it with grace.

"use this!"

The women brought clay spoons and distributed them to the guests, teaching them to use the spoon to stir, scoop up and eat, so as not to get burned.

Miao looked at the perfectly curved pottery spoon the size of two fingers in his hand. He couldn't believe that the Dahe Tribe was able to make such exquisite pottery, which far surpassed their level... Could it be that, as the child said, we have been making pottery for a long time? Are you ignoring the power of the sky?

He couldn't help being a little shaken.

There are also spoons in their tribe, made of bone, wooden... but they are all big spoons used as cooking utensils, and they usually drink porridge in bowls.

Looking at the fragrant green vegetable and lean meat porridge in the bowl and the exquisite spoon in his hand, he somewhat understood the meaning of the word "exquisite" in Lanhua's mouth.

Miao scooped up a spoonful of lean meat porridge and put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up like his clansmen!
The fragrance of vegetables and meat are perfectly blended into the thick porridge. The layered taste dances on the tip of the tongue, stimulating every taste bud. The hot porridge slides down the mouthpiece into the stomach, bringing warmth to the limbs and bones. .

On this cold night, nothing can soothe a traveler's body and mind more than a bowl of hot porridge.

The guests suddenly felt refreshed, and the pain of running around day and night was relieved at this moment.

What surprised them even more was that the porridge cooked by the Great River Tribe was actually salty!
This is their first taste of salty porridge.

Unlike the rough vegetable salt in the tribe, the salt of the Dahe tribe has no bitterness or peculiar smell, only a mellow and strong salty aroma, which complements the taste of meat porridge!

How delicious it is!
Miao felt that he had drank porridge for nothing for so many years, no matter how hard it was to maintain his demeanor, he grabbed the porridge bowl and started to gobble it up.

(End of this chapter)