Shitou is now a little afraid to meet the most respected Son of God.

This is nonsense, because no matter who it is, when someone secretly drinks deer milk and is knocked to the ground by a deer, and hurriedly escapes from the deer pen, he finds the person he respects most standing outside with his neck and face flushed from laughing so hard, he will not want to see this person for a short time.

After Han Cheng laughed, he felt a flash of inspiration in his mind.

In later generations, the ones who drink the most cow's milk are humans rather than calves. So can I copy this and make it so that the ones who drink the most deer milk are not deer but the people of the Green Bird tribe?

If it succeeds, apart from other things, it will be a huge benefit to the children and the elderly in the tribe!

After thinking about this, Han Cheng also joined the ranks of those who molested Uncle Lu’s wife, Doe Lu.

Of course, he didn't lie on the ground and hold the pacifier in his mouth like that guy Shi Tou did. He came with a bowl.

Uncle Deer is very generous. He doesn't think it's a big deal that the little two-legged beast, who often treats him with filial piety, touches his wife's private parts. He has enough wives anyway, and he doesn't touch that place either.

In order to eat more delicious rapeseed, Uncle Deer even drove away the little deer that found out that its bowl had been taken away and was circling around Han Cheng, looking for an opportunity to attack him.

Worried that this ignorant little guy would continue to cause trouble, Uncle Lu stood by and watched over him very loyally.

In this matter, its attitude is surprisingly consistent with that of Fu Jiang, who is always quarreling.

This moved Han Cheng deeply.

He imitated the way a fawn suckled milk, pushing his hand upwards and then squeezing it downwards. The milky white, still warm, deer milk formed a thin line and fell into the large bowl in his hand.

Han Cheng didn't expect that this seemingly not-so-big female deer could be so powerful. No wonder she was able to feed the fawn so well even in the winter.

It is true that you cannot judge a deer by its appearance and you cannot measure milk with a cup.

Just like some of the women I met later, they looked weak and petite, but in fact...

Uh, the building is crooked...

Han Cheng misjudged Uncle Deer. The reason why he was so kind as to drive the fawn aside and keep guarding it was not because he was sensible, but because he also wanted to take the opportunity to get a share of the milk.

Han Cheng was helpless about Uncle Deer's shamelessness. This is a female deer and she is your wife. Can't you eat her whenever you want?

Is it easy for me to squeeze out a little bit with great effort? And you are trying to snatch it from me?

How can I not understand such a simple truth?

Han Cheng dodged the hand holding the bowl and used his hands to push Uncle Lu, who was trying to push his head towards him.

Eventually, he couldn't resist any further and had to pour some water into the clay basin used to scoop water for the deer.

The old deer stretched out its head and licked it, and soon licked up all the white juice that Han Cheng had given it.

No one knew what taste it tasted, but after eating, it lifted its upper lip to reveal its row of yellow teeth, and stretched its neck forward with great effort, looking extremely vulgar. Han Cheng wanted to kick it when he saw it.

After feeding the deer on this side, Han Cheng had to pour some more into the basin as well as feed the lucky general over there who was wagging his tail and looking at him eagerly.

Fu Jiang was eating happily. After licking it quickly, he looked at Han Cheng and seemed to want to have two more bites.

Han Cheng had not squeezed in too much food because he was worried that the deer would not have enough to eat. After feeding the deer and then Fu Jiang, who was half wolf and half dog, there was not much left in the bowl in Han Cheng's hand. If he fed Fu Jiang some more, he would not be able to taste it.

He rejected the greedy general and brought the bowl to his mouth, smashing a little bit of it with his mouth. It was somewhat warm in his mouth and had a slightly fishy taste. After the fishy taste, there was a slightly fragrant aftertaste.

It’s not as delicious as the pure milk I drink in my later lives.

This may be due to the lack of heating.

Han Cheng carried the bowl and led Fu Jiang, who had drunk the deer milk, out of the deer pen, ignoring Uncle Deer, who was dizzy and had not yet come to his senses after drinking his wife's milk for the first time.

After seeing the milk thief leave, the aggrieved little deer returned to its mother and grabbed its own rice bowl without saying a word.

The mother deer turned her head and licked the fawn's body with her tongue, comforting the heart-wrenching child.

Han Cheng found a small clay pot, poured the little remaining deer milk into it, and burned it on the fire.

Soon, the deer milk began to boil, and a milky aroma emanated from it.

As the deer milk boils, a thin layer of solids appears on the top, which is cream.

There was not much deer milk to begin with, so Han Cheng didn't dare to burn it for too long. When he saw that it was almost done, he used a rattan clamp to remove the pottery jar from the fire.

Then he placed a piece of peeled animal skin specially used to prevent burns on the pottery jar and poured the steaming deer milk into the bowl.

After blowing on it to cool it down a little, put your mouth close to the bowl and take a sip. The fishy aroma of milk will fill your mouth.

The fishy smell is much stronger than the pure cow's milk in later generations, but it tastes much better than raw deer milk, especially the thin layer of cream, which is really delicious in the mouth.

There was not much deer milk, and Han Cheng only drank two sips and half of it was gone. He resisted the urge to drink more, and took the rest into the inner cave to give it to the witch.

When Shitou saw Han Cheng coming in, his heart immediately began to beat like a deer. He quickly lowered his head and moved inside, pretending to be seriously recording something to cover up his embarrassment.

It wasn't until Han Cheng reached out and touched his head that he felt much more at ease.

"This is?"

Wu still maintained his eagerness to learn, and when he saw Han Cheng bringing things he had never seen before, he did not drink them directly, but asked first.

“Deer milk.”

Han Cheng explained to Wu with both words and gestures. After Wu understood, Han Cheng urged Wu to drink it quickly, otherwise it would become cold and not tasty.

Wu Yiyan took a small sip and after tasting it carefully, she felt that it was not particularly delicious, at least not as delicious as the meat broth or fish soup with salt.

Shi Tou, who had been paying attention to Han Cheng's words, was embarrassed when he figured out what the Son of God was doing. If Han Cheng hadn't called him, he would have hung his head in his crotch and squatted on the ground for a long time.

"Try it, it's delicious."

Han Cheng handed the bowl to Shi Tou with a smile on his face.

Teenagers have the most sensitive and complex emotions. Although Stone is a primitive man, he also knows shyness.

Han Cheng attached great importance to Chinese characters and the best stone for learning Chinese, and did not want this incident to leave any shadow in his heart.

With a slightly red face, Shitou took the big bowl and almost put the entire bowl on his face before drinking the last sip of milk.

With the bowl of stone on his face, he tasted the fragrant deer milk, and his eyes became moist...

(Book friends, please give me a vote after reading this, please. This is the last time I ask for votes this week, really. If not, you can throw razor blades at me along the Internet cable - Mo Shoubai who doesn't even have a helmet)