Han Cheng stared at the few tiny things in his palm, feeling inexplicably excited, with a smile on his face.

Who said there are no surprises? Isn’t the surprise already here?

This is Sichuan pepper!

In Han Cheng's mind, Sichuan pepper is an extremely important seasoning, ranking only after chili peppers, onions and garlic.

Especially when combined with chili peppers, the wonderful taste and power it can produce is truly self-evident.

Don't count on precious things like chili peppers. If there is no error in time and space, this thing should not appear in the tribe.

However, at this time, Huajiao appeared in front of Han Cheng in a way that Han Cheng had never expected.

At this point, after sweet, salty, sour and bitter, another taste came to the Qingque tribe.

This taste is numb!

In order to verify whether this thing is Sichuan pepper, Han Cheng decided to taste it himself.

He took out the black seeds from the Sichuan peppercorns and placed them on his palm. When cooking, he fried them in hot oil and they tasted extremely delicious when chewed.

Han Cheng put the pepper shell into his mouth and chewed it slowly. A strong, bitter and numbing taste came out from the roots of his teeth, then followed his tongue with the help of saliva and quickly spread throughout his mouth.

“Pooh…”

Even though Han Cheng missed the taste of Sichuan pepper very much, he couldn't help but spit repeatedly at this moment.

Is this Sichuan peppercorns? Even Sichuan peppercorns aren't as flavorful as this, right?

Han Cheng, his entire mouth numb, spit to the side, gnashing his teeth and complaining in his heart.

But I am still very happy in my heart, well, I am numb and happy.

"Son of God!"

Just as Han Cheng was spitting out saliva and chewed pepper shells, a panicked cry came from outside the door.

Before the voice fell, the person had already run in.

The person who came was Liang.

Liang, who specializes in medicine, is one of the more leisurely people in the tribe.

Of course, the job he was doing was also very dangerous. After all, if he wasn't careful, he could poison himself.

He saw Han Cheng when he was going here, but he didn't pay much attention to it at that time. After a while, he suddenly remembered the fruit that made his mouth numb and reminded him of a dung ladle, so he hurried here.

The Son of God was not like the children in the tribe. He was very careful when checking the things that were exchanged. Although he stuffed the fruits into the pile of fur, there was no guarantee that the Son of God would not be able to find them.

It's fine for you to taste that feeling yourself, but you can't let the Son of God taste it.

So he came running over.

But it was too late. Looking at Han Cheng squatting there and spitting out saliva, Liang knew that the Son of God had already tasted it in his mouth.

Thinking of the feeling as if even his tongue was not his own, Liang couldn't help but shudder.

Seeing that Han Cheng didn't have a kettle, a necessary tool for tasting food, Liang hesitated for a moment and then turned and ran outside.

While he was running, the dung scoop that had left him with a huge psychological trauma kept flashing in his mind unconsciously.

If the Son of God eats too much of that fruit and drinking water alone is not enough to relieve the symptoms, then he might really need to use a dung scoop...

Thinking of the scene in the toilet in summer, Liang shuddered.

This thing is exciting just thinking about it.

Han Cheng, who was rinsing his mouth with the water Liang brought over, had no idea what Liang was thinking at the moment. If he knew, he wondered if he would still say in his heart that Liang had good eyes...

After rinsing my mouth and waiting for a while, the numbness in my mouth was relieved a lot.

Feeling the numbing sensation in his mouth, Han Cheng looked at the pepper beans on the ground with shining eyes.

Liang, who was standing by, obviously misunderstood what he meant. He thought that the Son of God was so angry and embarrassed by these unpleasant fruits that he wanted to throw them away.

Therefore, he was very servile and found a broom and a copper shovel, wanting to clean out these fruits that were not suitable to be kept for a long time. It would be best to bury them deep in the ground to prevent them from being accidentally eaten by people in the tribe.

After taking the things back into the house, Liang was surprised to find that Shen Zi was picking up the things scattered on the ground with his hands.

“Son of God…”

As he spoke, he moved forward with the things in his hand, ready to start cleaning. After all, this was much faster than picking up the things with his hands.

"You don't need to use this sweeper. This is something you want to eat. Just pick it up with your hands."

After discovering Liang's intention, Han Cheng quickly spoke out with his tongue sticking out to stop him.

Liang, holding a broom and a shovel, was stunned. What did he hear?

This thing is actually meant to be eaten?

You ate one and your mouth felt uncomfortable for a long time due to the poison. You rinsed your mouth with water for a long time and your speech was still a little unsound. And you still say this thing can be eaten?

It's no wonder that Liang made such a fuss, because the impression Huajiao left on him was too deep.

When Han Cheng mentioned other uses of Sichuan peppercorns, Liang would not be surprised, except for the fact that they could be used in eating, which he could never imagine.

You know, after tasting the Sichuan peppercorns, he immediately listed these tasty little fruits as inedible.

In order to prevent the people in the tribe from being poisoned, they even deliberately hid it in a hidden place...

"God...Son of God, can this...be eaten?"

He stood there in a daze for a while, looking at Han Cheng who was picking up peppercorns rabidly, not wanting to miss a single one, and asked stutteringly.

"Well, you can eat it."

Han Cheng recalled the spicy big plate chicken, Sichuan hot pot, and grilled gluten, and couldn't help slurping his lips.

These things are really too nostalgic.

Seeing the Son of God swallowing his saliva towards Huajiao, Liang couldn't help but grin.

Yes, the taste of this little fruit is so nostalgic.

Seeing Liang like this, it would be strange if Han Cheng didn't know what Liang was thinking.

Of course he knew that Liang had developed a professional habit of tasting things. From Liang's reaction at this time, Han Cheng understood that Liang had already tasted the peppercorns.

He had no intention of teasing the honest people in the tribe. After thinking about it for a while, he smiled and said with his still numb mouth: "Well, this can indeed be used for eating, but it cannot be eaten directly. It's like salt. You need to put it in the food. After putting it in, it will make the food more delicious."

When Han Cheng said this, especially when he used salt as a comparison, Liang's eyes quickly lit up.

The people of the Qingque tribe have a deep understanding of salt, which is becoming increasingly important to the tribe.

After hearing what Han Cheng said, Liang's attitude towards Huajiao suddenly changed drastically.

Seeing Han Cheng swallowing his saliva at the pepper, he couldn't help but swallow too.

"Son of God, shall we make some food?"