After all, this was the first time rice was used as a staple food for everyone. Song Xuan also looked at it very grandly. After Litui and others finished pounding the rice, they brought it all over.
Although the efficiency is not very high, the rice yield is still good. It is probably less than 100 kilograms of rice, and in the end there will be almost 60 kilograms of rice. However, there is still a lot of dirt on the rice after such simple treatment. So it has to be washed repeatedly many times.
But soon another question was posed in front of Song Xuan, that is, how much water should be put in to cook rice. Song Xuan was not sure about the vat of raw rice in front of him. According to usual habits, it was just a knuckle. That's fine, but Song Xuan is still a little worried about not putting the water well here.
Whether it's watery or dry, it will affect the taste, but now I can only bite the bullet and just follow my past cooking experience. I believe it won't be too different.
Moreover, Song Xuan planned to work on both sides, cooking part of it directly into rice and cooking a separate pot of porridge. In fact, porridge should be more suitable for the current weather.
It is also easier to mix, especially the meat and fish pickled in the tribe. Song Xuan also makes the two most common ways of eating so that everyone can taste it.
After watching Song Xuan wash the rice several 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 curiously:
"Angel, is this all right?"
"No, it still needs some time to cook!"
The first time he cooked rice, Song Xuan didn't put too much. He only put a small amount in both pots, and the other one for porridge put even less, only a quarter, but the water was in three pots. the most.
"Okay, fire!"
It is very convenient for tribes to make fire now, especially in winter, when fire is everywhere. However, even now, the main way of using fire in the tribe is to save fire. Although the fire bow is not difficult to use, it still requires one more step. In terms of process, it is not as fast as just moving the brazier over.
Fire bows are most used when they are outside, especially hunting teams. They often go out for several days. Even if they just make do at noon, they still have to eat well at night and at least make a pot of fresh broth. Or grilling some meat. At this time, it is much more convenient to have a fire bow. You don’t have to worry about running out of fire when you go out. You don’t have to deliberately keep the fire, which still saves a lot of things.
It is not difficult to cook rice. After boiling, the fire can be slightly lowered. Just wait until there is a crackling sound in the pot and then remove the open flame. As long as the pot is not burnt, it is actually quite difficult to cook the rice to waste.
What's more, Song Xuan is still watching from the side, but the current stove is still made of stones, which is not good-looking. Song Xuan has never noticed this before, but now it seems that it is necessary to renovate it later. At least there must be a better environment for cooking.
Soon the two pots began to gurgle. Song Xuan carefully opened the lid and took a look. There shouldn't be any big problem, and there didn't seem to be a lot of water.
As for the pot of porridge, because there is a lot more water, the speed will be slower, but it will boil quickly. Unlike cooking rice, porridge needs to be simmered slowly over low heat, so after boiling, Song Xuan will ask you to control the fire to just the right level 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 fails to cook successfully, the porridge will definitely not fail.
After a while, the sound of the sizzling rice gradually became quieter, and the aroma of rice began to spread around.
"Huh?"
"Angel, are you from here?"
Smelling this different fragrance, Shi Yan pointed at the pot and asked.
"Um!"
Hearing the noise in the pot, Song Xuan quickly took out the largest piece of firewood. The burnt rice was inedible.
Since there is no separate kitchen in the tribe, cooking is basically done in this corner of the main house. The fragrance quickly spreads to the surroundings. Song Xuan also discovered that although the yield of the rice was not very good and the plants were very short, The aroma is still very obvious, at least it is more fragrant than the ordinary rice I have eaten before.
Not long after, Shi Meng and others came over after smelling the smell:
"Angel, is this 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 smelled the aroma of rice. Although they had seen how Song Xuan cooked rice porridge before, the method was too rough.
The one made this time was obviously much more tempting. Shi Yong was about to lift the lid and take a look when Song Xuan hit his hand with a stick:
"Don't worry! Eat it later!"
In addition to maintaining the proper sense of mystery, Song Xuan did not dare to easily open the lid to see what was going on inside before it was completely done. Just like Schrödinger's cat, if there was a bad outcome, he would now Not easy to accept.
If you want the rice to be more fragrant, you still have to simmer it for a while. At this time, there is no need to use high or low heat. Just use the remaining bottom fire in the stove.
However, the speed of the porridge will be much slower. Song Xuan took a look at it quietly. It was just a pot of rice soup now, and it had to be cooked for a while.
Only now did Song Xuan realize that he should cook the porridge first, so that the two things could be cooked at the same time. It was not like now, the rice was almost cooked, and the porridge would have to wait at least half an hour.
But fortunately it's still early, it's not dark yet, and there's no rush to eat. Just keep it warm after it's cooked, and the taste won't be affected much.
When the meat was almost cooked, Shi Meng and the others, who had been waiting a little anxiously, began to gather around:
"Angel, are you okay?"
In fact, the rice had been cooked a long time ago. Song Xuan also opened it and took a look at it. At least it looked good in appearance. Now seeing everyone waiting a little anxiously, he opened the lid of the porridge in front of everyone.
At this point, the porridge cooking pot was still sizzling. After cooking it for such a long time, the effect was still very good. It was very sticky at first glance. Although I didn’t know what kind of rice it was, it didn’t matter whether it was used to cook porridge. Still cooking rice, everything looks good.
"Wow~"
"Is this rice?"
"This is porridge, this is rice!"
As he spoke, Song Xuan opened the lids of the other two pots, and the white rice suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.
Since it was already time for dinner, Song Xuan didn't waste any time:
"Come one by one, one bowl per person"
"Spare less and try both!"
Although it was a little noisy during the meal, there was still order, especially now that there were more people in the tribe, and they basically lined up one by one.
Normally, they can be divided into small teams. A dozen or so people can just carry the pot away directly, but this is not so convenient for cooking rice for the first time.
Although each pot looked very big, it was still difficult to fill the stomachs of more than a hundred people, so when Song Xuan served them rice, he only served half a bowl.
Moreover, Song Xuan found that although he had everything else, he still seemed to be missing a rice spoon. The spoon he was using now was still for making soup, which was very inconvenient.
Although someone had already packed the food in advance, everyone tacitly agreed not to eat, as if they were waiting to finish it together.
Although Song Xuan was also very greedy, this was the first time Teng She had eaten rice. As a promotion ambassador, he naturally had to pay more attention.
Fortunately, with the help of Shi Yan and others, everyone soon had something in their bowls, either rice or porridge, and the barbecued meat and fish were also placed on the usual plates.
Meat in winter gets cold easily after being cooked, so the grilling pan is placed above the brazier and heated while eating. With a group of people surrounding it, the atmosphere is relatively relaxed.
After finishing serving everyone, Song Xuan also hurriedly got himself a bowl, knowing that he hadn't eaten yet and was waiting for him.
Just after finishing the meal, Song Xuan suddenly felt like crying when looking at the long-lost rice in the bowl. He had been reluctant to eat it in order to save 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 already adapted to eating meat all day long, this bite of rice seems to be in my genes and I will never forget it.
Song Xuan never thought that one day, the white rice in his mouth would be so delicious.
Looking at Song Xuan with a look of enjoyment, everyone was a little curious, is this white thing really so delicious?
Song Xuan didn't know how many times he chewed this mouthful of rice. When he finally swallowed, there was nothing left.
Looking at the curious people, he said:
"Eat everything, don't wait any longer!"
Today's dinner was not treated differently. Even the captives ate together. In fact, there were not many scenes like this. You see, in the tribe, the captives waited for the Teng She people to finish eating before eating, and they ate They are all leftovers. Although we will intentionally make more, there is a certain difference in quantity and quality.
It was basically the first time for everyone to eat, so they followed Song Xuan's example and closed their eyes and started chewing. However, it was obvious that this way of eating was not suitable for this group of primitive people. After a few stirs, everyone started chewing. Some of them have lost their patience. They usually wolf down their meals, but now they are asked to chew slowly, which naturally makes them a little embarrassed.
But even so, the sweetness in the rice is still noticeable to everyone:
"God... God's messenger, is this sweet?"
“Seems pretty good”
"It just tastes a bit bland..."
Hearing this, Song Xuan also remembered that unlike him, everyone did not have too many plots about this rice. They were even slightly resistant before this, so naturally they could not search for past memories in it like him.
