The lid of the pot, which was dampened by the steam and felt heavy, was opened, and a large amount of white steam rose up, and a stronger fragrance spread in all directions.

Many people from the Green and Sheep tribes, who had been staring at the vat since it started to steam, could not help but sniff hard, wanting to take all the rich aroma into their stomachs.

Han Cheng, the son of God and the first chef of the Qingque tribe, came over and stood firmly on a wooden block that was 40 centimeters high.

In one hand, he held a soup spoon tied to a long wooden stick and stirred the soup a few times, which was only three centimeters away from being level with the edge of the vat. Then, with his right hand holding chopsticks, he quickly struck out, picked up a piece of mutton offal from the huge soup spoon to check its quality, then put it back into the soup spoon and pierced it with chopsticks. Without much effort, he pierced through it.

Han Cheng nodded slightly, and then let the fire remove the unburned pieces of wood from under the vat. The soup was ready and no fire was needed anymore.

However, even if the fire is removed, the charcoal at the bottom of the vat can keep the mutton offal soup in the vat boiling for a while.

Han Cheng took the ceramic bowl handed to him by the person next to him and poured some mutton offal soup into the bowl.

He only filled two bowls and motioned the leaders of the Sheep Tribe and the Green Tribe to come and drink.

This bowl was one of the ones used by other tribes at previous joyful gatherings. Now it has been cleaned and is used to entertain them again.

The leaders of the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe seemed excited that the Son of God from the neighboring tribe personally served them soup. They were leaders and were more sensitive to their status than ordinary people.

The leader of the Green Tribe took the big bowl of soup from Han Cheng, tilted the bowl to blow away the hot steam, and then couldn't wait to take a sip. He was eager to taste the soup to see if it was as delicious as the one he had had here before.

"Um?"

After the leader of the Green Tribe took a sip of the hot soup, he let out a light exclamation, looking a little bit incredulous. After smacking his lips to taste it, he took another sip, his eyes widening even wider.

He moved the big bowl away that was about to hit his face, and stared with wide eyes at the childlike Son of God who was standing on the wooden stool, holding chopsticks in his hand and smiling at him.

At this time, the leader of the Sheep Tribe also removed the bowl from his face, looked at the leader of the Green Tribe with a similar expression, and then looked at Han Cheng to see what this Son of God was going to say.

Knowing what the Son of God was going to do, Wu and the eldest brother looked at the leaders of the Sheep and Green tribes and secretly held back their laughter.

"￥dsx"

The leader of the Green Tribe paused for a moment, holding the bowl, and said something to the eldest brother with an excited expression.

Of course, he was not praising the mutton offal soup for being extremely delicious, but he found that this mutton offal soup was the same as the one he cooked in his own tribe. Although it was eatable, it was far inferior to the delicious soup he drank at the happy party.

Of course the soup wasn't delicious because Han Cheng didn't add any salt to it.

The reason why the leader of the Green Tribe, who had cooked the food himself, didn't know to put salt in the soup was because during the happy party, the Green Bird Tribe used salted fish, which was the most abundant fish in the Green Bird Tribe, to cook soup for them.

The salted fish itself is fed with salt bags, so there is no need to add salt when cooking the soup.

The eldest brother waved towards the leader of the Green Tribe, then pointed at Han Cheng, signaling him not to speak and just watch the Son of God take action.

Han Cheng took a small jar of crushed salt from the person who was usually responsible for cooking, and tilted the salt jar towards the leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes so that they could see the salt inside.

The leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes were amazed when they saw the white stuff in the jar. How could this neighboring tribe keep the snow from winter until now?!

Without waiting for them to get closer to take a closer look, Han Cheng moved the jar away, and then in front of everyone, poured some of the salt into a spoon and put the spoon into the soup pot.

He held the handle of the spoon with both hands and stirred it along the way. As he moved, more white mist rose up.

Han Cheng stirred it for a while, and when he felt it was evenly mixed, he stopped, turned around and looked at the leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes, motioning them to finish the soup in their bowls, and then handed the bowls over.

The two looked at Han Cheng's actions for a moment, not understanding what this child-like Son of God meant.

It was not until the eldest brother, who was standing not far away, came over, held their hands holding the bowls, and pushed the bowls to their mouths that they suddenly realized what was going on.

Han Cheng scooped another half spoonful of mutton soup and poured it into the bowls held by the leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes.

This time, without his signal, the two of them picked up their bowls and began to taste the soup.

The eyes of the Green Tribe leader lit up again. Although the soup in the bowl in his hand tasted different from the fish soup he drank at the joyous party, it was just as delicious.

Compared to what I just drank, it’s like heaven and earth!

After he took a sip, he couldn't help but speed up his drinking. There wasn't much soup in the bowl to begin with, so it was soon gone.

The leader of the Green Tribe raised his head high and tilted the bowl completely over.

He opened his mouth and waited until two drops of soup lingered on the edge of the bowl and fell into his mouth. Only then did he put the bowl down, savoring the wonderful taste and looking at the small jar next to the Son of God with shining eyes.

If he wasn't worried about causing misunderstanding and that he and his men couldn't defeat the people of this tribe, he would definitely pounce over, snatch the small jar and hold it in his arms.

The reaction of the Sheep Tribe leader was similar to that of the Green Tribe leader, who also stared at the small jar with burning eyes.

What was in there? How come after putting some of it in, the originally ordinary soup became so delicious? !

The people of the Green Bird tribe, who had been standing by with full of anticipation, were delighted to see the leaders of the Green and Sheep tribes showing the expressions they had expected, and each of them smiled kindly on their faces.

The feeling of watching other tribes being amazed by the things of one's own tribe is so wonderful, even more comfortable than drinking delicious mutton offal soup.

"￥de"

The leaders of the Sheep and Green tribes did not bother to continue drinking the soup, but rushed to the eldest brother and asked eagerly about the salt.

Han Cheng watched all this with a smile, scooped some into his bowl with a spoon, blew on the hot steam and took a sip, frowning slightly. As he expected, without the spices such as star anise, pepper, cinnamon, and the colorful chili oil, as well as the balsamic vinegar and coriander, the mutton offal soup tasted very different from that of later generations.

After tasting some, he didn't want to drink any more, so he planned to save some for later and cook some more mutton after sending these people away.

He thought it was not very delicious, but the people from the Green and Sheep tribes did not think so. Each of them held a big bowl of mutton offal soup and could not stop drinking it, as if their mouths and tongues were made of stone and they had no idea what hotness was.

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