"Son of God... this..."

More and more people were poured with canned soup. After tasting it, someone finally spoke with a look of surprise at Han Cheng, who had taken a sip of the canned soup, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Those children who couldn't wait to eat the delicious canned food, after getting the cans, took a sip of the soup and their faces immediately distorted, with their mouths grinning and their tongues sticking out.

How come the canned food that I remembered as sour, sweet and delicious has turned into this taste?

Is it because it has gone bad, or is this the smell after being stored for a long time?

But the taste is too different from before, right?

The appearance of the canned food, which was very different from what was expected, slightly dampened the cheerful atmosphere of the annual New Year’s Eve dinner.

Han Cheng swallowed the sour juice in his mouth, and a warm current appeared, flowing from his throat to his stomach.

He took another sip and savored it in his mouth, feeling the familiar taste amidst the sourness.

Maybe there was something wrong with the method in my memory. This batch of canned fruits was a complete failure. As expected, they were all spoiled.

But it was not completely spoiled. The canned food was no longer edible, but another equally pleasing thing appeared.

liquor!

This was something Han Cheng had never expected.

Han Cheng felt the taste of the wine in his mouth, and recalled with emotion the story about the ancient scholar who failed to make wine and only made vinegar. He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

I had made fun of others before, and now I am suffering retribution. All the canned fruits I brewed have turned into this turbid and sour wine.

However, he was not as angry as the scholar. He was just as happy about the appearance of the sour wine, even happier than the expected canned food.

After all, sweet and sour canned fruits were my favorite when I was a child. Now that I have grown up, I like wine more than canned food.

Moreover, this wine appeared at the right time. During the New Year’s Eve dinner, if you don’t drink a little wine, you will always feel that something is missing.

Now all that’s missing is a plate of dumplings.

We have been penniless until now, but now we have come up with so many things. How far can a plate of dumplings be?

Another thing is, the wine has already come out, so how far is it from vinegar?

The five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty will gradually be collected, and when it is time to cook, you will have more choices.

After all, 'wine vats make good vinegar, and every vat is sour'.

He also vaguely remembered that in wine vats, there were yeasts and other things that were very useful for fermentation. When the time came to make the dough, he would get a piece of the kneaded dough and dip it on the edge of the vat, and then leave the old dough there over and over again. After a long time, he would always be able to produce yeast with extremely strong effects.

Han Cheng couldn't help drooling when he thought of the big white steamed buns that were steaming, soft, fragrant and had the taste of maltose.

As an authentic northerner, steamed buns, a staple food that I have eaten since childhood, are always a hurdle that I cannot avoid.

I just don't know if I can be lucky enough to find Xiaomai...

Han Cheng shook his head and smiled bitterly. Who could have thought that he would be so obsessed with the steamed buns he ate every day.

Wu also picked up the bowl and tasted the canned food that had been sealed for many days. The taste was not very good. Compared with when it was just made, the difference was like heaven and earth.

With his years of experience and his memory of what the Son of God said when he made the can, he knew that the can was ruined.

As a person who has experienced many years in the tribe, inherited the knowledge of the previous witches, and been influenced by the Son of God, the witch pays more attention to things like human relationships and face than other people. For example, when Qingque was having the New Year's Eve dinner in the third year, he attached great importance to the order of actions.

In order not to embarrass the Son of God, he did not ask questions out loud like the others did, but instead took a big gulp of the canned juice that did not taste very good. After swallowing it, he felt the warmth in his throat that he had never felt before, and then prepared to praise the deliciousness of the canned juice.

At this time, Han Cheng, who had been holding the bowl with his eyes closed and not saying a word, opened his eyes, put the bowl down, stood up, and said to the people who were looking at him with a smile: "The canning failed!"

After hearing the news, everyone was both surprised and disappointed. After all, that sour and sweet taste is something that people miss.

Especially for the minors, the disappointment on their faces was hard to conceal.

Han Cheng noticed everyone's reaction and did not keep them in suspense. After a short pause, he said, "However, it did create another good thing, which is wine!"

liquor?

Upon hearing this, everyone looked down at the canned juice in the bowl that looked a little turbid.

If it can be called a good thing by the Son of God, who has always had a picky taste, then the taste should not be too bad, and it must be a good thing.

Han Cheng asked someone to bring over a few more jars of "canned food". After breaking the mud seals, he poured some into each person's cup.

Adults get one bowl, children get half a bowl, and even smaller children only get a shallow bottom of the bowl.

Then he stood up with his own wine bowl, motioned for the others to stand up with their own wine bowls, and then said: "Happy New Year! May our Qingque tribe be better and better. Drink!"

After saying this, he banged his wine bowl against the wine bowls of the witch and the eldest senior brother standing on his left and right, then toasted from afar to the people of the Green Bird tribe who were sitting in several circles, then tilted his head back and drank it all.

Wu, the eldest brother and the others had never experienced anything like this before. After a brief moment of shock, someone started to imitate Han Cheng and said incoherently, "Happy New Year! May our Qingque tribe get better and better. Cheers!"

Then, recalling Han Cheng's actions just now, he also seemed unfamiliar and slammed the bowls with the people around him, then raised it to the others, tilted his head back and started drinking.

It was fine for adults to drink, but for the kids with more developed taste buds, it became a bit uncomfortable.

“So bitter…”

Sister Bai Xue took a sip, stuck out her tongue and said with a bitter face.

Han Cheng laughed, rubbed her pigtails, poured most of the wine left in her bowl into his own bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

"It's time to eat!"

After drinking, Han Cheng announced the news that everyone had been waiting for for a long time, and then many chopsticks were stretched out at once, and in the cheerful atmosphere, the New Year's Eve dinner of Qingque's fourth year began.

During the meal, Han Cheng asked people to pour wine for those who wanted to drink.

After drinking a bowl of wine, some adults in the Qingque tribe discovered that this wine, which didn't taste very good, actually had an indescribable unique flavor.

Most people who feel this way are adult men.

So they didn't drink much of the cooked broth, but like the Son of God, they drank some of the wine they tasted for the first time from time to time.