The three giants of the Green Bird Tribe came out from the inner cave, each of them was enveloped in a huge joy, which made many people secretly guess what good things were going to happen to their tribe.

Their speculation soon disappeared. It was not the three giants headed by Han Cheng who announced to everyone what they had planned in the secret room, but Chef Han Cheng, the Son of God, announced that he would personally cook delicious food and eat with everyone.

For the foodie primitive man, nothing is more exciting than eating. Even dressing, housing and humming primitive tunes are ranked behind eating.

Anything produced by the Son of God must be of top quality. This has long been a consensus among all the people in the Qingque tribe, even the three-year-old primitive man knows it.

Before, they had watched the people of the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe feasting on the food, and they had already been drooling. Now, after hearing what the Son of God said, how could they not be excited? The entire tribe was instantly in an uproar!

Han Cheng, Wu and the eldest senior brother couldn't help laughing when they saw the lively scene.

The lame spouse had scrubbed three rolls of sheep intestines with salt as instructed by Han Cheng. She knew that the Son of God loved cleanliness, so she scrubbed each roll of intestines several times, very carefully.

Recalling the time when food was scarce in the tribe and Lame turned the intestines inside out and roasted them directly on the fire without washing them, she smiled and shook her head.

He looked up at the abundance of food, then at the tribesmen who were all smiling happily, and finally his gaze fell on the Son of God who was ordering people to clean the large vat. The smile on his face became even more intense.

Those days are gone forever!

The intestines were washed and rubbed, then thrown into the big vat without being cut.

A large sheep skeleton with a lot of meat on it was chopped and smashed by stone knives and axes and put into the large vat.

Then he put two pairs of mutton offal and half a fan of mutton in it. No need to add water. Just these things filled almost half a tank!

Several jars of water were poured into the vat to cover the meat. A heavy pot lid was placed on the vat, and Huo Yi, who was responsible for making the fire, had already lit the fire.

The flames were burning fiercely but he still felt that they were not strong enough, so he pursed his toothless mouth and blew at the fire.

Fortunately, Huo Yi didn't have dentures, otherwise Han Cheng would be really worried that when Huo Yi was blowing the fire, a pair of dentures would fall out of his mouth...

Tietou came back panting, dragging two large pine branches that had just been broken off.

Han Cheng sniffed. The primitive people's style of doing things was indeed rough and bold. He only asked him to break off a small piece of pine branch, but he brought back so much.

Han Cheng nodded at Tietou who was grinning at him, reached out and forcefully broke off two thin pine branches without pine needles, then washed them with clean water, opened the lid of the big vat, and threw them into the soup inside and continued to boil.

Li Lin, who was in the same team with Han Cheng in later life, was the one who was supposed to carry out a mission with him but insisted on accompanying his wife on Valentine's Day. He was a shameless guy whose home was in the Northwest.

According to him, his family has been running a mutton soup restaurant since his great-grandfather's generation, and the mutton soup they make is a local specialty.

Han Cheng didn't know whether the mutton soup restaurant had been run since his great-grandfather's generation, but the mutton soup made by this kid was really delicious.

If I wasn't single and loved eating, I would have been tempted by the three meals of mutton soup promised by this guy, and I would not have agreed to this guy's request no matter what, and would have gone alone to look for that foreign friend who was looking for death. Then I wouldn't have become such a miserable time traveler...

Thinking of this, Han Cheng shed tears of sadness.

The wooden stick in the mutton soup was the Li family's secret that Han Cheng tricked this guy into finding out after he got drunk.

He had also tried to boil it several times before, adding pine sticks as instructed, and the taste was indeed much better, but compared to what Li Lin boiled, it was still a long way behind...

A long row of clean ceramic bowls were placed next to the large vat as spare parts.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the Son of God standing on the wooden block finally announced that the soup was ready.

Everyone was excited and waiting with anticipation to take their turn to get the soup.

However, what puzzled everyone was that the Son of God did not scoop the soup directly into the bowl with a spoon as before, but asked several people to first take out the large pieces of mutton, mutton offal and sheep intestines that were being boiled in the big vat and put them on the tightly woven wooden raft that had just been cleaned.

Then people were asked to use stone knives or bone knives to cut the cooked meat while it was still hot.

Slice large chunks of cooked lamb as much as possible, as well as lamb offal and cut lamb intestines into sections.

While several people were cutting these, Han Cheng held the ceramic bowl with the cut meat in it, and put a few large slices of mutton, some mutton offal and a few pieces of sheep intestines into the arranged bowls one by one.

After putting them in place, he picked up a ceramic bowl filled with half a basin of chopped wild onions and sprinkled some chopped onions on the bowls containing the meat one by one.

When adding the chopped green onions, Han Cheng's heart was twitching. In order to make the soup as delicious as possible, he used up most of the wild onions, which were not many to begin with...

He put the chopped green onions aside, picked up a small jar of salt, held a ceramic spoon in one hand, and sprinkled salt into them one by one.

Han Cheng scooped a spoonful of the still boiling, white mutton soup from the large vat and poured it into the bowl.

The boiling mutton soup meets chopped green onions, mutton offal and mutton intestines, immediately creating an intoxicating flavor.

White soup, some reddish meat, and garnish of green onions. Regardless of how it tastes, just looking at it makes people hungry.

"Gudong."

"Gudong!"

Smelling the fragrance and looking at the delicious food, Qingque and Wu couldn't help but feel their throats rolling up and down...

“Huh~”

The eldest brother held the empty bowl, let out a long breath, and felt relaxed all over.

I used to think that fish soup and meat soup with salt were the most delicious foods, but today, after drinking the mutton soup made by the Son of God himself, I realized how shallow my previous understanding was.

The second brother held a mutton bone in one hand and bit it hard, the juice flowed out...

A delicious mutton soup feast made the people of the Qingque tribe feel like they were floating in the air, and they felt that happiness was so real and illusory...

“Someone! Someone!”

When you are at ease and happy, there will always be troublemakers.

The shouts of the guards outside and the sound of bang bang brought the Qingque tribe, who were still savoring the aftertaste of the event, back to reality from their illusion.

Everyone instantly became alert and filed out, not understanding where this person came from.

Looking at the people with green on their heads in front of the tribal gate, Han Cheng suddenly had the urge to hold his forehead with his hand. These guys just left not long ago, why are they back again?

When did primitive people become so difficult to deal with?