Han Cheng saw the difficulty of his senior brother. He had been very greedy for a long time, so he did not hesitate. He took out the wooden spatula that was made of hard wood and looked like a spatula in later times. He reached into the jar, scooped up a piece of steaming, golden millet rice from the edge and put it in his own bowl.

Then he scooped up another piece and put it in Wu's bowl, picked up the chopsticks and put two chopsticks of vegetables into each bowl, and poured some of the soup on the yellow millet rice.

Then he picked up two bowls and went to the inner cave with steps that seemed leisurely but were actually extremely fast.

He no longer cared whether the crying primitive man was greedy or not, because he was already too greedy.

Han Cheng filled his and Wu's bowls with plenty of millet rice. Although he only picked up two dishes with his chopsticks, his skill in using chopsticks was so great that as long as he wanted to pick up something, he could pick up something with just two chopsticks, which would make an unexperienced person doubt his life.

Although he had said those words to his eldest brother and everyone else before the meal, as the maker of the rules, he was obviously outside the Three Realms and not within the Five Elements.

The others did not think that there was anything wrong with the Son of God doing this. After all, everything they had now was brought by the Son of God, and these two kinds of food were also made by the Son of God himself.

They thought it was natural even if the only son of the Son of God ate both foods by himself.

After Han Cheng went into the inner cave with chopsticks and a bowl, the eldest brother started to take food. He imitated Han Cheng, clumsily using an uncommon wooden shovel to scoop up a piece of food he had never seen before from the pottery jar, picked up a few pieces of food with chopsticks and left.

The millet he dug was bigger than Han Cheng's, because he had the most wives and children...

“Hoo! Hoo!”

Han Cheng impatiently picked up a piece of millet rice and put it into his mouth. He breathed in and out repeatedly because of the heat, but he was reluctant to spit it out.

The familiar taste filled his mouth, and he couldn't help but feel his heart surge.

Wu's eyes were also bright. His teeth were not very good to begin with, and soft and sticky rice like millet was the best food for him.

Moreover, this yellow food was not only easy to chew, but also tasted surprisingly good, so much so that Wu Lian took three bites and savored it carefully before he remembered to eat the dishes in the bowl.

The witch chewed the millet rice, and from time to time he glanced at the Son of God who was burying his face in the bowl and eating not far away, and a smile appeared on his face again.

He really didn't expect that something that originally tasted like ordinary grass seeds could turn out to be so delicious after being processed in that way!

The Son of God is always so smart and wise, and he can discover good things from places that ordinary people cannot see.

The millet rice in the jar had completely disappeared, and the vegetables in the basin were gone, too, without even a drop of juice left.

Tietou reluctantly put the last bite of millet rice mixed with vegetable soup into his mouth, chewed it carefully and savored it for a while before he reluctantly swallowed it bit by bit.

Although he knew there was no more food in the jar, he still couldn't help but stand up and walk to the clay pot filled with millet rice to take a look, hoping to pick up some leftovers from the gaps in the teeth of the foodies in the tribe.

After looking at the empty pottery jar again, Tietou walked to the large vat where the fish soup was boiling, picked up a long-handled spoon and scooped up the fish soup to eat.

Tietou ate very politely today, eating the fish bit by bit and drinking the soup in small sips.

Not only him, most people in the tribe started to eat in an extremely quiet manner.

The eldest brother took a sip of the fish soup in the bowl, frowned slightly, and then a bitter smile appeared on his face.

After eating that delicious food that I had never eaten before, when I drank the fish soup again, I felt that the food that was so delicious in the past suddenly lost a lot of its flavor.

This is not an exaggeration. Ever since Han Cheng made the fish cage, the Qingque tribe has always had fish at every meal, and it occupies the main position.

If you eat only one kind of food for years, your taste buds will naturally become tired.

Besides, they were already hungry, and the lingering fragrance had aroused their curiosity before they even reached the cave. They had a strong expectation for the food in the cave.

Han Cheng also specially cooked some stir-fried dishes that were not commonly eaten by the Qingque tribe, which enhanced the taste of the millet rice.

Coupled with the words Han Cheng told his eldest senior brother before the meal, and the fact that Han Cheng did not want the fish soup or barbecue, but just looked impatient to deal with the millet and dry rice, all of these gave the people of the Qingque tribe the psychological suggestion that this food, which they had never eaten before, must be delicious.

Before they even put the millet rice into their mouths, they already have a preconceived idea that this food must be delicious.

Moreover, there is only half a jar of steamed millet rice, and the scarcity of quantity makes it even more precious.

Under the influence of these external conditions, a dish that is 70% flavor can be tasted as 120% flavor!

What's more, the taste of millet rice itself is not bad. For the people of the Qingque tribe who have never eaten it, it does have a strong taste impact.

“Son of God…”

Seeing Han Cheng coming out of the inner cave with an empty bowl, the eldest brother put down his bowl and chopsticks and hurried to greet him, asking him about the millet rice with a somewhat excited expression.

He was very curious about where the Son of God found this food that he had never eaten before.

In fact, he already had some guesses in his mind, but he just couldn't believe it.

He had personally tasted the grass-like thing brought by the Green Tribe leader, and it did not taste good at all, and its appearance was also very different from the delicious yellow food.

He really found it difficult to connect the grass seed-like thing with the delicious food he had just eaten.

The others also looked at Han Cheng expectantly, wanting to get the truth from Han Cheng.

Bo, who participated in the incident, and Huo Er and others who witnessed the incident, never revealed the fact that Xiaomi was eating dry rice.

Seeing the tribesmen's surprise and confusion at the new food made by the Son of God, they were very happy when they knew the truth.

Han Cheng saw the reactions of the crowd and smiled secretly in his heart, how dare you look down on Gu Zi!

He put down his bowl, turned around, took out a handful of ears of millet from the basket that was specially placed in a corner, held them up for everyone to see, and told everyone that the food they had just eaten was made from these ears of millet.

Everyone was amazed. They never expected that this humble thing could be so delicious!

Those who knew the truth first were even more delighted, as if they were the ones who discovered that humble millets could be made into delicious food, and they shared the joy.

Han Cheng held the millet ears in his hand and took the opportunity to talk to the people of the Qingque tribe about millet.

The eyes of the people of the Qingque tribe gradually became blurred, and their expressions became somewhat intoxicated. They were all immersed in the golden dream woven by the Son of God with ears of grain...