"Okay, Wu, the first broth is ready!"
Xia shouted as he walked out of the cafeteria carrying a clay pot in an animal skin.
But as soon as he walked out, Xia was stunned.
In front of her, Yang Cheng was no longer alone outside the canteen. At some point, a group of people gathered around him.
Everyone's eyes turned green and they stared blankly at the clay pot in Xia's hand. Many people were swallowing their saliva, and many others kept sniffing the air, greedily sniffing the cooked bamboo shoots. The smell of meat.
Xia looked at this scene as if it was familiar, but it was very rare.
Boiled meat has appeared in the Qingque tribe for a very long time, but except for the few times when salt appeared in the beginning, the Qingque tribe members who are used to eating boiled meat are no longer unfamiliar with boiled meat.
The canteen will not be packed with water every day when eating. People come in batches according to the division of citizens.
Of course, everyone was quite positive during the meal.
The cafeteria was not completely surrounded, but since Yang Cheng set meal times, he always came at the right time. Except for special circumstances, no one would be late.
Seeing everyone's green eyes, eager to rush forward immediately, Xia couldn't help but feel a little scared.
"Witch..." Xia asked in a low voice.
"It's okay, just put it here and you go take out the remaining bamboo shoots."
Yang Cheng asked Xia to put the pottery pot on a simple table made of stone next to him.
"good."
After Xia put the pottery pot on the stone table, he took a few steps back.
Sure enough, the feeling of being noticed disappeared.
"call--"
Xia breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was already Yang Cheng's witch, Xia's weak character still existed. She always felt uncomfortable when being stared at closely by everyone.
After letting out a breath, Xia continued to serve food in the cafeteria.
But she decided in her heart that she would not come this time and let the two guys who were eating bamboo shoots inside serve it.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the pot, and the sound of swallowing water kept coming.
Especially when Yang Cheng opened the lid of the clay pot, revealing the tumbling pork ribs and white and tender bamboo shoots floating inside, everyone moved their throats and swallowed their saliva in unison.
"Gugu..." Yanhu swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva and asked with difficulty: "Wu, this, is this the delicacy you are talking about?"
"Yes, it's called bamboo shoots. It's the same kind of vegetable as the lettuce I brought out for you before."
As he spoke, Yang Cheng picked up a piece of bamboo shoot skin from the pottery pot with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and tasted it carefully.
Yang Cheng closed his eyes and felt the taste coming from his taste buds.
"Yes, not bad. It's tender and moist, not too salty, and the salt is just right." Yang Cheng opened his eyes and praised loudly: "It's just missing a little ginger, but it's still very delicious."
As Yang Cheng spoke, everyone present made the sound of swallowing saliva and stomach growling.
"Gulong..."
"Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
Listening to the noise made by everyone, it was almost several times louder than the croaking of the frogs in the mosquito killer tank at night. Yang Cheng felt funny, so he stopped delaying.
Yang Cheng picked up a bamboo spoon, scooped out a bowl of broth with bamboo shoot skins from the pottery pot into his pottery bowl, then stepped aside and said, "Okay, let's get started."
"oh!"
Everyone cheered and started moving the pots one after another.
Fortunately, they still remembered Yang Cheng's instructions. They needed to wash their hands before eating, and then get their own exclusive bowls and chopsticks.
After doing this, he started to feast on the bamboo shoots cooking meat in the clay pot.
Yang Cheng went to sit on the small table on the side and placed the slightly hot pottery bowl on the table.
Looking at the pottery bowl placed on the table, the bamboo shoots and cooked meat inside were still boiling with tiny white bubbles as white as snow.
The afternoon sun was just right, and the river not far away flowed quietly. Some sparse willow trees transplanted by Yang Cheng by the river had already sprouted buds, and they were blowing in the breeze.
Involuntarily, Yang Cheng suddenly thought of a saying from Dongpo layman: "Snow foam and milk flowers float on the afternoon cup, Polygonum velvet and artemisia bamboo shoots taste the spring dish. The taste in the world is pure joy."
Hehe... The taste in the world is pure joy..."
Yang Cheng murmured to himself, shook his head and laughed twice, and continued to taste the bamboo shoots and cooked meat in front of him.
Xia, who was walking over with another pottery pot, happened to hear what Yang Cheng was mumbling in front of him, and his head was filled with confusion.
Xia's academic talent is very high, and she has been with Yang Cheng for so long, so she can understand some of the modern Chinese spoken by Yang Cheng.
But what are "Xue Mo", "Wuzhan" and "Spring Pan"?
Wu, what you said is so difficult to understand. Xia doesn't understand.
Xia felt suddenly depressed.
Yang Cheng noticed Xia who was frustrated and greeted him: "Xia, why are you standing there? Come here quickly and come to my place to eat. You don't have to crowd with Yanhu and the others to eat."
"oh."
Xia brought the pottery pot to Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng opened the lid and was stunned, "How come there are only a few bamboo shoots cooking meat in this newly cooked pottery pot?"
Xia hesitated and said: "Well... Wu... these are Yan Lin and Xing... and Lulu... they..."
Yang Cheng patted his head and said to himself: "Okay, when I told you how to cook, not only Yan Lin and Xing, but also the miko who came behind asked for help. They are waiting here."
After saying that, Yang Cheng invited Xia to come and eat the bamboo shoots and boiled meat in front of him:
"Come on, Xia, let's eat together."
"Mmm! Delicious!"
The delicious taste of bamboo shoots instantly conquered Lu Er Niang, making Lu Er Niang forget her frustration just now.
Yang Cheng also took a piece of bamboo shoot into his mouth and asked casually: "By the way, where are Yan Lin, Xing and the others?"
Xia pointed to the distance: "Here, Wu, over there, they, Ying, Tao, and Lulu are serving food to the totem warriors."
Yang Cheng took a look and saw that the beast-eared ladies were serving dishes, pausing from time to time and still burping.
"Hey, these little ladies." Yang Cheng shook his head and smiled, then asked: "By the way, where is the dish I asked you to stir-fry in a clay pot?"
Yang Cheng let Lulu try to make the earthenware pot used for cooking very early, because the bottom of the earthenware pot is relatively thick, which is good for cooking meat, but not good for stir-frying, and it is easy to undercook.
Until recently, Lulu said that she had found a new kind of soil. She just tried making one and gave it to Xia today.
Therefore, Yang Cheng asked Xia to try to fry a bamboo shoot in this wok.
Hearing Yang Cheng's words, Xia looked not far away, pointed to a place and said: "Well, it seems to be in the hands of Yan Lin, well, now it is in the hands of his father Yanhu..."
"What?"
Yang Cheng was stunned and didn't say anything yet.
A burst of noise, surprise, and admiration suddenly broke out in the distance.
Then Yang Cheng saw the plate of fried pork with bamboo shoots, and it was empty in an instant!
"Uh... Wu, there is no more now..."
Xia turned around and suddenly found Yang Cheng frozen on the spot, and asked in surprise: "Hey, Wu, what's wrong with you?"
I haven’t eaten these guys yet!
Yang Cheng's heart was roaring.
