"Sizzle~"

There were so many square pieces of meat that had been rinsed with water that they filled a large basin, and Han Cheng put all of them into half of the basin.

After a short wait, pour half a jar of wine into it, cover it with a lid, and start boiling.

After finishing all these, he also operated another open-mouthed ceramic jar, or what could be called a ceramic pot, on the side.

After drinking a can of wine, the dizzy wine was gone, which made the second brother feel upset when he saw this scene.

But then he became full of anticipation for the food stewing in the pot.

A whole jar of delicious wine was used. After making this food, it must taste delicious!

He smelled the gradually rising fragrance, and a stream of crystal saliva couldn't help but flow from the corner of his mouth.

After discovering it, he quickly sucked it up, licked his lips, and turned around to continue digging the foundation.

"Keep the fire down."

Han Cheng lifted the lid of the pot, stirred it, checked that the water was boiling, and spoke to the fire.

Then he put the washed, cooked and cut pig intestines into two large vats that were often used for cooking soup, added water and started to boil.

When it’s almost time to serve, add salt, chopped green onions and washed wild vegetables, then add two large spoons of fruit vinegar, stir, and pour into a large bowl.

A sour fragrance is already wafting around, making one's mouth water at the mere smell of it.

After the sour intestine soup was ready, the stewed meat was already tender.

Han Cheng put some salt in it, stirred it, and then put a spoonful of sticky honey in it.

When the thick honey met the hot meat, it gradually turned red. At the same time, the meat also became shiny and looked very good.

A pleasant and non-greasy sweet fragrance wafts into your nose.

The people helping here all kept looking at the large pot of meat that had just come out of the pot, and their movements slowed down.

A jar of wine, two spoons of honey that is so sweet that you want to eat your tongue, such good things are just for making these two dishes?

Oh my god, this pot of meat must be so delicious!

They dared not imagine it.

The dish made by Han Cheng is the original version of braised pork.

Due to the lack of rock sugar and soy sauce, and the fact that a clay pot was used, the braised pork looks much inferior to that of later generations, which is a bit regrettable.

However, after seeing the reactions of the people around him, Han Cheng no longer had any regrets.

"Don't look at it. Everyone has a share. Hurry up and finish the rest so you can eat earlier."

He laughed out loud.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone quickly sped up their work.

At the entrance of the cave, more and more people come here to drink tea, one after another.

Even if you are not thirsty, you have to pretend to be thirsty and run over here twice.

It's not for drinking herbal tea, but to smell the tempting aroma up close and stretch your head to see the delicious food in the cave.

Then he ran away happily, digging the foundation while telling the people in the tribe how delicious the food made by the Son of God was.

Everyone was itching to eat after hearing this and just hoped that the meal would be served sooner.

"Don't drink it, or you'll have no stomach to eat later."

Han Cheng said with a smile as he looked at Tietou who came over to drink water for the fourth time.

After hearing what Han Cheng said, Tietou suddenly realized the situation and his expression turned bitter...

“This…this…”

Wu took a bite of the braised pork and savored it in his mouth for a long time before finally swallowing it. Looking at the remaining half of the meat, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

How can it be so delicious?

The expressions of the others also changed.

After taking a bite, some people can't stop eating like a whirlwind, while others stand there like a witch, savoring the taste carefully, and are reluctant to take another bite.

Sister Bai Xue's mouth moved rapidly, her mouth was completely empty from eating, her eyes narrowed into crescents, and she looked at Brother Cheng beside her with admiration on her face.

Han Cheng saw everyone's reactions and felt very happy. For a cook, there is nothing more gratifying than having the carefully prepared food receive unanimous praise from everyone.

He picked up a piece of braised pork made from pork belly, brought it to his mouth and took a bite. The fat was crispy and tender, the lean meat was easy to chew, and it was sweet and fragrant without being greasy. It was pretty good.

However, compared with the braised pork we eat in later generations, it is still much worse.

And if you taste it carefully, you can taste a not-so-good taste in the meat. Even with the use of wine, honey, and onions, it cannot be completely covered up.

Han Cheng knew the source of this smell; it came from the wild boar meat.

If you want to make wild boar meat delicious and completely remove this taste, you need to continue to domesticate it. At the same time, there is also a necessary method, which is to castrate the boar.

Of course, breeding pigs are excluded.

The wild boars that tried to leave but couldn't get out after Han Cheng left had become much bolder and started eating the grass that Han Cheng threw in.

They are eating grass, but they don’t know that in the future, some of them will lose their testicles and become little eunuchs...

It turns out that primitive people are all bigger and better at holding food.

This time, Han Cheng specially prepared more food, which was nearly 50% more than the normal amount of food before!

However, all the extra food had disappeared at this moment, having been eaten by the tribesmen.

Looking at the crowd holding their stomachs and groaning, still looking unsatisfied, Han Cheng, sniffing, could only repeat the word "glutton" in his mind...

The pigpen, whose foundation had not yet been dug, came to a halt.

The large fields of millet planted outside the tribe have matured the first ones planted, and it is time to harvest them.

All the available manpower of the Qingque tribe was devoted to the task of harvesting millet, even Han Cheng, the Son of God, was no exception.

All the unimportant work has stopped. At this time, everything has to give way to the autumn harvest.

After all, these golden millets, watered with their sweat, will be an extremely important food for them in the future.

"Chi Leng~Chi Leng~"

The sickle in Tietou's hand was jumping happily. Every time such a sound was heard, a row of millet was cut down by him and entered his left hand.

Every time this happens, it is the happiest moment for Tietou, because he can finally show off the magical skills he has acquired from mowing the grass in front of others.

Compared to the messy grass, the rows of millet were much easier for Tietou to harvest.

Others only cut two hoes (six ridges) in one trip, but he cut three hoes directly! And his speed was faster than others.

Often, while the people who were cutting the crops at the same time as him had still a long time to finish, Tietou would have already sat down on the ridge at the edge of the field to rest.

When others finally finished harvesting and began to wipe their sweat and take a break, he, who had already rested, got up and started harvesting again. Moreover, the place he harvested was very clean with almost no grain left.

When it comes to harvesting crops, Tietou will always be a man that others can't look up to.

Of course, he also blindly showed off his speed, ignoring others. When he was about to finish his work, after he had harvested the end of the field, he would not start a new field, but turn around and meet up with the plows that were left behind by those who were responsible for harvesting...