Yang Cheng couldn't help but wonder, turned around and asked softly: "Xia?"
Xia looked hesitant on his face, looked at the minced meat in the pot, and said hesitantly: "Wu, there is so much water in the pot, and if you put millet in it, are you afraid that the food will not taste good?"
Since Yang Cheng invented the clay pot, Xia Qu has been responsible for almost all the food in the Qingque tribe.
Even if she is not responsible for some things, she has received a lot of attention. It can be said that Xia is not only the person in charge of the life department, but also a lovely and beautiful cook.
When she cooked rice for the first time, Xia was next to Yang Cheng. She clearly remembered that Yang Cheng used very little water when cooking. She also specifically told her that the water surface would be as small as a fingernail above the grain. about there.
However, now, the pottery pot in front of me was obviously filled with more than two fingernails of water.
Therefore, Lu Er Niang was very confused and hesitated to hand over the washed millet.
"Ha ha."
Yang Cheng smiled and touched Luer Niang's head, and said with a smile: "Xia, you are worried about this. I thought you had other things to do. Don't worry, what I cooked this time is not rice, but porridge."
"Porridge?"
Xia tilted her head in confusion.
She was so cute like this that Yang Cheng couldn't help but rub her head again and mess up her hair.
During this period, Xia didn't dare to resist. She could only open her eyes in grievance and let Yang Cheng rub her head.
After rubbing Xia's head, Yang Cheng continued to make preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
He did not put the millet into the clay pot immediately, but after making sure that the water in the clay pot was boiling, he carefully poured the millet into the four clay pots evenly and little by little.
This is to put the rice after the water boils. The rice put in will not stick to the pot easily.
After waiting and burning for a while.
The setting sun has completely set, and the two bright moons have risen from the east at the same time. Today they are completely superimposed on each other. The big moon is surrounding the small moon, and the light it casts is brighter than ever before.
Yang Cheng looked up at the two moons, wanting to explore the trajectory of the two moons orbiting the planet beneath his feet.
But it takes a long time to explore, and the most important thing now is to make the first year of the Qingque Tribe a good one.
At this time, the pottery pot in front of Yang Cheng began to smoke again, and the unique aroma of rice came from the pottery pot.
"Here come a few people, carry the clay pots, and follow me." Yang Cheng ordered.
Immediately, several tribesmen from the Life Department wrapped their hands with animal skins and, led by Yang Cheng, walked towards the open space of the Qingque Tribe.
In the open space, Yanhu and other totem warriors had already lit several large fires.
Every clan member was dancing and cheering around the bonfire.
As Yang Cheng approached, he felt not only the warmth from the bonfire, but also the enthusiasm of the tribesmen.
Seeing Yang Cheng approaching and smelling the aroma of lean meat porridge emanating from the clay pot, all the tribesmen couldn't help but stop dancing and cheering.
He stretched his nose and smelled the aroma of rice emanating from the clay pot.
After Yang Cheng came over with the pottery pot, he did not immediately lift the lid of the pottery pot so that the tribesmen could taste the delicious porridge immediately.
Instead, he had four more fires lit and clay pots placed on them.
The fire that burned this time was not as violent as before, but the size of the flame was deliberately controlled.
This is an essential step in making porridge. Boil over high heat and simmer over low heat. The porridge will be more delicious and fragrant.
Sure enough, after staying up for a while.
The aroma of rice porridge wafting out from the pottery pot became stronger, causing many tribesmen to swallow their saliva.
Finally, Yang Cheng looked like he was done.
He opened the lid of the earthenware pot again, and then waved his hand to spread some of the white smoke that came out.
I found that the porridge in the pottery pot was full, crystal clear and very beautiful.
Just by looking at it, you can tell that it tastes very delicious without even looking at it.
The surrounding tribesmen swallowed louder, and some even made their stomachs growl loudly, like thunder.
Faced with the situation where the tribesmen are eager to eat delicious food.
Yang Cheng did not feed them directly, because he did not forget one thing. There was one ingredient that was not added to the pottery pot.
That is preserved egg.
Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, how can it be made without preserved eggs?
Yang Cheng did not put the preserved eggs down at the beginning, or put the preserved eggs in the pottery pot in batches, because the porridge cooked in that way would be a bit gray in color and far less refreshing than it is now.
After putting the preserved eggs, the last step of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge is completed.
Yang Cheng took his chopsticks and stirred it in the earthenware pot, making the lean meat and preserved eggs in the porridge more translucent.
Then he took the pottery bowl and filled a bowl of porridge in front of everyone.
Yang Cheng blew a few puffs gently to cool down the porridge, then slowly took a sip.
A warm and familiar smell stimulated Yang Cheng's taste buds, making him almost cry in public.
It’s so delicious, so drinkable, it’s the familiar taste of this.
Seeing Yang Cheng drinking porridge, the Qingque tribe members swallowed louder.
Seeing this, Yang Cheng wanted to drink the porridge in one go, then serve another bowl and let them eat.
However, since porridge was not like rice and had a relatively high temperature, Yang Cheng couldn't drink the porridge for a while. Fortunately, he quickly thought of a way.
He simply stopped drinking. He asked Xia to bring two more pottery bowls, filled them with two bowls of porridge, and waved his hand for everyone to start eating.
The totem warriors who had been impatient for a long time swarmed forward and occupied two of the four pots, leaving the remaining two to the new tribesmen!
Immediately, these four pottery pots enjoyed the treatment of "distant ancestors", and were licked up by the tribesmen of the Qingque tribe. All the soup was made so shiny that they did not even need to be washed.
After everyone finished drinking, they were full of praise for the porridge made by Yang Cheng, and looked at Yang Cheng with eager eyes - one bag of rice was not enough to eat, and they wanted Yang Cheng to take out another bag of rice.
Yang Cheng hesitated for a moment, but finally suppressed the greed in his heart and did not agree to everyone's request.
Seeing this, everyone had to give up. They all knew that these millets were very important to Yang Cheng. It was already good to bring out a bag of millet, but it was impossible for Yang Cheng to bring out another bag.
Yang Cheng saw the frustration on everyone's faces and said with a smile: "Okay, there's no more preserved egg and lean meat porridge. I'll give you a new thing, it's called firecrackers."
"Firecrackers?"
Everyone was confused.
Yang Cheng didn't explain much and asked a few totem warriors to bring over the bamboo they chopped today.
It is already winter, and the bamboo is already yellow and dry. In addition, it has been in the sun for a long time today, and the moisture has been reduced a lot. It is a good material for firecrackers.
