Twenty minutes later, a scent began to emanate from the pottery, and then began to spread in the clearing.
At this time, there was no need for Yang Cheng to say anything or indicate anything. He smelled the aroma of meat that was completely different from barbecue.
Everyone's eyes can't be separated from the pottery in which the meat is being stewed, and the sounds of swallowing saliva rise and fall with each other.
Even many people's eyes are turning green and their eyes are staring straight.
As for the sound of stomach growling, there are countless sounds.
"Wu, is this what you said before?"
Yanhu asked with his eyes watering.
"Hey, please wipe off the saliva first, don't let it fall next to the pottery." Yang Cheng asked Yan Hu to pay attention to his image in disgust.
"hey-hey."
After being reminded by Yang Chengyi, Yan Hu touched his head and laughed, then wiped the hazazi from his mouth.
Many others also reacted and wiped their saliva.
But it was of no use at all. The smell of cooking meat was so fragrant that the saliva everyone had just wiped off suddenly came out again.
"Yes, this is cooking."
Yang Cheng nodded, smelling the aroma of the meat, he was sure that it was cooked.
However, he did not immediately lift the bamboo cover. Instead, he asked someone to take a bamboo strip, and then he calmly took out a bone knife to cut chopsticks.
His unhurried look seemed to others to be anxious, and they even wanted to urge Yang Cheng to open the bamboo lid quickly and let them taste it.
After cutting a pair of bamboo chopsticks, Yang Cheng opened the bamboo cover.
As soon as the bamboo cover was lifted, a stronger meaty aroma immediately spread into the noses of all the Qingque tribe members, causing the "Gurgling, Gurgling" swallowing sounds and stomach growls to become louder.
A burst of white gas came out of the pottery that had just been opened. After Yang Cheng waited for the white gas to dissipate, he looked inside the pottery and saw that the meat of the ferocious beast had been cooked until it turned white.
Yang Cheng reached in with bamboo chopsticks and picked at it. A piece of ferocious beast meat was easily divided into two halves.
Under everyone's expectant eyes, Yang Cheng nodded, "Yes, you can eat it."
"Cang Shi, put the pottery down from the fire." Yang Cheng turned to Cang Shi and said.
The pottery in which the meat was cooked was a bit heavy. Yang Cheng was afraid that if he came by himself, the broth would be spilled when he moved it down, so he asked a totem warrior with great strength to come.
Cang Shi is the most stable person among the totem warriors, so Yang Cheng thought it would be better to let him come than others.
"okay."
After Cangshi responded, he stepped forward anxiously and grabbed the two sides of the pottery with both hands, trying to take it off.
However, as soon as his hands touched the sides of the pottery, he trembled and hurriedly took his hands back. The movement was so big that he almost spilled the cooking broth.
Fortunately, Yang Cheng was watching from the side and hurriedly stabilized the pottery with chopsticks, so that no trace of the broth inside was spilled.
But even if the broth was fine, Yang Cheng couldn't help but feel his heart beating out of his chest.
Just a little bit, the cooked broth almost turned over!
Others also exclaimed, and were relieved when they saw that the broth was fine.
Yanhu glared and scolded Cangshi: "Cangshi, what's wrong with you?!"
Cangshi knew that he almost overturned the broth, and he rarely blushed, "I didn't expect the pottery to be so hot..."
Yang Cheng learned his lesson this time, found a piece of animal skin, cut out two pieces from the animal skin with a bone knife, and handed it to Cang Shi.
"Cangshi, take the animal skin and grab the edge of the pottery. Be careful, be careful not to burn it!"
"Yes, Wu."
Cangshi took the skin and then approached the pot again. He moved very carefully, slowly holding the skin and grabbing both sides of the pot, and picked it up.
During this period, everyone held their breath and concentrated, fearing that any noise would disturb him and spill the broth, which would make him a sinner of the tribe.
Fortunately, Cangshi did not disappoint this time. He placed the pot on the ground steadily.
Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief, and then became eager again, waiting for Yang Cheng to eat first.
According to tribal rules, the status of witches is the highest.
Yang Cheng didn't waste any time. He found a thin bamboo, cut off a part of the bamboo joint, and whittled it. He got a spoon for ladling soup. The upper part was the handle, and the lower part was used to ladle the soup. It’s the same tool used by ancient people on Earth to ladle wine.
Yang Cheng took the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup from the steaming pottery pot into his own pottery bowl, blew on it, and then took a careful sip.
The broth entered his mouth, and Yang Cheng's eyes widened instantly.
It tastes so good!
Yang Cheng was crying in his heart.
Not to mention anything else, with this mouthful of broth, my hard work in the past few days was not in vain!
After a mouthful of broth was not satisfying, he hurriedly blew on it again and continued to drink the broth from the earthenware bowl in small sips.
After drinking the broth, Yang Cheng didn't care about maintaining the image of a witch. He smacked his lips and gave a thumbs up to everyone who looked at him expectantly:
“Delicious!”
I originally wanted to share the broth with the rest of the tribe after drinking a bowl of broth.
But the rich broth with flecks of oil was so delicious that Yang Cheng couldn't help but drink two more bowls before passing the broth to the eager and drooling tribesmen.
First came his witches, the five beast-eared girls, then the totem warriors, and finally the ordinary tribesmen...
This clay pot is too small, and the broth cooked is not enough for everyone.
Fortunately, Yang Cheng's beast-eared girls and totem warriors can at least get a bowl of broth for each person, but when it comes to ordinary tribesmen, only three or four people can get a bowl of broth, and they can only drink it. a small bit.
However, amid the sounds of swallowing, everyone's expressions were highly consistent!
It was an extremely complex expression. The first moment after drinking the broth, elements such as surprise and excitement were present. Later, the expression was still lingering, and finally it turned into joy, laughter, and even laughter!
During this period, Cang Shi and other smart guys watched with great concern as Yang Cheng picked up the meat in the bowl with two wooden sticks and ate it with gusto.
After all the broth was distributed, the small bamboo beside Yang Cheng had disappeared and turned into pairs of chopsticks.
Yang Cheng took a look and saw that Cang Shi and others were using chopsticks clumsily, and after a long time of gesturing, they were struggling to get the meat from the bowl.
This made Yang Cheng feel relieved. At least in terms of using chopsticks, Yang Cheng no longer had to teach him by hand or explain why he should use chopsticks.
After eating the broth, the people in the Qingque Tribe showed how much attention and care they paid to the pottery, allowing Yang Cheng to have a clear answer to the first suspect who might have broken the bowl -
This person is none other than Yang Cheng himself!
