Just like the meat quality of mid-level ferocious beasts is better than that of low-level ferocious beasts.
Similarly, the meat quality of high-level ferocious beasts is far better than that of intermediate-level meat.
Everyone just put the chopped meat of the third-grade ferocious beast into three clay pots.
As soon as the water boils, the thick aroma will disperse along with the white smoke billowing from the clay pot.
This directly made the totem warriors unable to hold on any longer!
Not only is his stomach constantly growling, but he is also constantly swallowing saliva. If he doesn't do this, it doesn't matter if the saliva falls on the ground. If it falls on the pottery, he will definitely be strangled to death by the angry people. .
Yang Cheng couldn't bear to laugh at Yan Hu and the other totem warriors.
I thought that after experiencing all kinds of food tests on the earth, his tolerance for food should be super high.
He just boiled the water and then threw the meat directly in. The original boiled meat without adding any seasonings or spices was definitely not worth mentioning to him!
However, I smelled the fragrance coming from the clay pot.
Yang Cheng couldn't hold it anymore!
So delicious!
It smells so good!
It can be said that the meat quality of high-level ferocious beasts is better and more fragrant than that of any animal on earth!
Because when Yang Cheng asked Yanhu and the others to drag the ferocious beast over, in addition to the smell of blood, there was more of a unique natural fragrance from the corpse of a high-level ferocious beast.
At this time, after the most primitive cooking of the meat, the aroma of the high-grade ferocious beast meat is slightly stimulated. If it is fried, fried, or made into braised pork, other ingredients are added.
How good it would taste!
Yang Cheng decided in his heart that he must develop and expand the tribe, not for anything else, but to expand the scope of exploration and find all kinds of ingredients that can be used to make delicious food!
"The shaman of the Qingque Tribe, are you okay?"
The little cat-eared girl's voice called Yang Cheng back from his fantasy.
Yang Cheng wiped his mouth quietly and opened the makeshift straw cover. Suddenly, a more fragrant fragrance floated out along with the puff of white smoke.
It caused the stomachs of everyone around him to growl again.
Yang Cheng looked carefully and saw that the meat put into the pottery pot had been cooked until it turned white, and there were meat flowers floating on the top of the soup.
"Okay, you can eat!" Yang Cheng said.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately cheered.
Immediately, Yan Hu handed Yang Cheng a pair of bowls and chopsticks. These were Yang Cheng's exclusive bowls and chopsticks.
Yang Cheng took it and found that the bowl and chopsticks had been cleaned. When he looked up again, he found that Yan Hu had also picked up his bowl and chopsticks.
Yan Hu noticed Yang Cheng's gaze over him, rubbed his head and smiled sheepishly, saying: "Wu, I know you have to wash the dishes before eating. You don't have to wash them. I'll wash them for you. You eat quickly."
Yang Cheng smiled and shook his head, "You, you really worked hard to get the boiled meat earlier..."
Everyone didn't understand what painstaking efforts meant, so they just looked at Yang Cheng with eager eyes.
According to the rules in the tribe, the witch must eat the food first. After the witch eats, it is the turn of other totem warriors to eat.
Seeing the looks in everyone's eyes, especially the little cat-eared girl's wide, pitiful eyes, Yang Cheng stopped holding on to everyone's appetites, picked up the bamboo bucket that served as a makeshift spoon, and scooped some into the pottery pot. A spoonful in a clay bowl.
Then he said "Sui La" and then said "Bala" twice.
"tasty!"
Yang Cheng gave it a five-star rating and with a wave of his hand, the totem warriors started eating boiled meat.
Everyone cheered, each scooping meat into the pottery and bamboo bowls in their hands, and devoured it one by one, without even caring about burning it.
On the other side, although the exiles do not have the treatment of cooking meat.
However, the barbecue in front of me was made from the meat of a high-grade ferocious beast, and the aroma was much more fragrant than ordinary barbecue, not to mention the taste of barbecue.
Immediately, each of the exiles almost swallowed their tongues, if it weren't for the meat of the high-level ferocious beasts, and the totem warriors such as Yan Hu watching from the side.
Maybe these exiles are going to fight over the meat!
Seeing how everyone was devouring their food, everyone was scrambling to eat the meat without caring about their image.
As a shaman of the Qingque tribe, Yang Cheng, who was half full, decided to set an example for everyone and maintain the shaman's demeanor.
Yang Cheng stood up, holding a bowl in his left hand, and a piece of boiled meat on the chopsticks in his right hand. He looked at the high-level ferocious beasts still fighting in the distance with a calm look, and then turned to look at the totems such as Yan Hu and others. warriors.
"well--"
Yang Cheng sighed deeply, a melancholy look appeared on his face, as if he was sighing for something.
Then……
Then Yang Cheng wriggled his mouth twice and then fell silent. It wasn't that he didn't want to say anything, it was just that he had collected the ink in his stomach.
Except for words such as "fuck", I still don't remember anything else.
The poems I learned in school have long been completely forgotten due to the beatings from society and addiction to games.
"Why--"
Yang Cheng sighed again, feeling even more melancholy, and murmured to himself: "Sad, sad."
At this time, Hong Ya's doubtful voice came from behind, "Wu Wu, what are you standing there for? Come over and eat, a new pot of meat is ready!"
"I'm coming."
Yang Cheng immediately put his melancholy behind him and ran back in a hurry.
There, a group of green-eyed, underfed totem warriors were waiting for him.
I can't imagine how much perseverance they used to control themselves from grabbing the newly cooked meat, but waiting for Yang Cheng to come over and eat first...
Just when everyone was enjoying their harvest, no one noticed that the small red cloud that appeared in the distance was moving this way, getting bigger and faster.
Flame Peng Bird, a first-grade ferocious beast!
It is extremely large, eighty or ninety meters long, nearly the size of a football field!
And it is very bright and beautiful. From a distance, its whole body is fiery red, just like the burning clouds in the evening.
But if you look closer, its feathers are not completely fiery red, but golden red.
Accompanied by the circular cloud patterns on the feathers, it not only looks noble and elegant, but it is also very hard, as if it is made of steel.
The spread area of the wings is also very large, and they are very powerful. With just one blow, the clouds nearby can be blown away and disappear!
First-grade ferocious beasts already have intelligence no less than that of humans.
At this time, the Yanpeng bird's two-meter-diameter eyes were not staring like an eagle looking for prey. They were very rigid.
Instead, they were like human eyes, full of agility and impatient expressions.
