Han Cheng resisted the urge to lift the lid of the pot and placed another pottery object that looked very similar to the frying pan in Red Wolf's hand on the fire.

After heating it, scoop out a few spoonfuls of animal fat that has begun to solidify completely as the weather gets cooler and put it on top.

The white fat melted at a speed visible to the naked eye when it met the hot earthenware pot. I grabbed a handful of chopped wild onions and threw them into the slightly hot oil. I stirred it a few times, and a rich onion aroma immediately emanated.

Without waiting for the wild onions to turn charred, Han Cheng put the prepared meat slices into the pot and stirred it continuously.

For a moment, the aroma of onions and meat filled the entire cave.

The aroma was so overbearing that it overwhelmed the aroma of the boiled fish soup and the grilled meat.

"Gudong, gudong."

Some people have already started to swallow their saliva uncontrollably.

Everyone who stayed in the cave couldn't help but look at the food that the Son of God was stirring, and the eagerness in their eyes was clearly revealed.

Han Cheng now has the demeanor of a master chef, standing calmly in front of the pot and busying himself.

It’s a pity that there is no iron pot now, and his ancestors did not go to New Oriental for further studies. Otherwise, if he picked up the burning iron pot and shook it back and forth in his hands, it would look more stylish.

The wild onions were discovered by Grandpa Deer when he was walking them on a rope in the spring. Han Cheng dug them out with their roots using branches and planted them in the yard, sprinkling some wood ash and watering them from time to time.

Han Cheng is very concerned about the only seasoning in the tribe besides salt.

Because the wild onions do not have a strong reproductive ability, there are only two ridges less than two meters high, and they grow sparsely.

Normally, Han Cheng would not bear to eat it. Even if he did, he would not pull it up by the roots. Instead, he would pinch it off from the roots and then cover it with some wood ash and loose soil. In this way, new sprouts would emerge after a few days.

Well, it was clearly wild onion, but he ate it as leek.

After rubbing his moist eye sockets dry, he was still determined to make the primitive man cry with envy. Naturally, he was not stingy this time and picked up half a handful of wild onions, which he usually only put in frying eggs.

The meat slices are already cooked, so there is no need to heat them in the pot for too long. After stir-frying for a while, add two handfuls of washed vegetables and stir-fry carefully for a while. When the leaves change color, sprinkle some crushed salt into them. After stirring, shovel them into the ceramic bowl where the washed vegetables were placed earlier.

Green vegetables and some red meat were piled in the pot, setting off each other. Hot steam was rising and the fragrance was spreading everywhere.

If he hadn't considered that he wanted to make the primitive people cry with envy and maintain his image as the son of God so as not to appear unsophisticated, Han Cheng would have definitely picked up the chopsticks and put the food in his mouth.

This frying pan-like ceramic pot cannot be compared with the large iron pots of later generations, and cannot fry too many things at a time.

So Han Cheng swallowed his saliva again, then repeated his previous actions and continued cooking.

As dusk deepened, people working outside came back one after another, carrying their tools.

“So fragrant?”

Although still far away from the cave entrance, Heiwa, who had a very sensitive nose, had already sniffed continuously and shouted in surprise. Then he involuntarily quickened his pace, wanting to get back to the cave as soon as possible to see the delicious food.

"real!"

After Heiwa's reminder, the others only then noticed the distinctive smell in the air.

They were all hungry after a tiring day, and after smelling the fragrance, they felt even hungrier.

Everyone quickened their pace and followed the scent.

The closer you get to the cave, the stronger the alluring aroma becomes, which makes you greedy.

"Put the tools back."

When they were almost at the cave entrance, the eldest brother suddenly realized that he and the others were still holding tools in their hands. He endured the torment and spoke to everyone.

After he reminded them, everyone realized that they were so focused on smelling the fragrance that they forgot to put away the tools.

Then he quickly rushed to the deer pen.

The deer pen was built spaciously enough, and there was more than enough room for the group of deer to live in it.

The cave where the Qingque tribe has lived for generations has become a bit crowded due to the rapid increase in population and other things. In order to free up some space, Han Cheng asked people to put tools such as bone shovels and hoes into a corner of the deer shed.

After hurriedly putting away their tools, everyone rushed towards the cave entrance, and some people even jogged.

As they rushed there, they wondered why the food smelled so good today.

Could it be that the Son of God made those eggs again?

Some of them had eaten the wild onion fried eggs made by Han Cheng before, and they still remember the intoxicating taste. At this moment, because of the similar taste and the thought of the golden eggs wrapped in green wild onions, they couldn't help drooling and even their eyes were shining.

Everyone rushed to the cave entrance. The breastfeeding female primitive washed herself hastily in the basin of water that had been prepared in advance by the ditch on the west side of the cave entrance, and then hurried into the cave.

I was afraid that if I went too late, I wouldn’t be able to eat it.

Although they also understood that food had to be obtained in order, they wanted to get in quickly after smelling the alluring aroma.

Even if you can't eat it for the time being, you will feel at ease just by looking at it.

After everyone arrived in the cave, they swept their eyes around the place where food was cooked, automatically passing over the fish soup and grilled meat that they were already familiar with, and quickly locked onto the small half pot of food next to the Son of God that looked very different, staring eagerly.

Looking at everyone's reactions, Han Cheng was very satisfied.

After secretly swallowing his saliva, he calmly told his senior brother the rules for getting food tonight.

There are no restrictions on fish soup and barbecue, as in the past, but you cannot take too much of the half pot of food to ensure that everyone can have some.

When the eldest brother was about to start preparing food for the respected Son of God, he saw the Son of God suddenly lift the lid of a nearby clay pot.

The white hot steam swirled and dissipated, and a golden color emerged from the black pottery jar. A fragrance different from the aroma of meat wafted in the air, making people salivate.

The people who were nearby were all stunned for a moment. They had not expected that in addition to the fragrant dishes, the Son of God would also create such a kind of food that looked extremely delicious, smelled fragrant, and had never been seen before.

Under Han Cheng's careful care, this large jar of millet rice, which appeared in the Qingque tribe for the first time, was cooked very well, without any signs of being burnt.

The eldest brother standing aside looked at the Son of God, then looked at the millet rice in the jar, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. Faced with this kind of food he had never seen before, he felt like he had no idea where to start.