"Son of God, let's make some food!"

An inexplicable voice with a hint of urgency and excitement sounded in his ears, which made Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Isn't this guy's change too fast?

By the way, weren't you just about to throw away these peppercorns with a gritted teeth?

Why do you become so impatient when you hear the word "eat"?

Liang, where is the moral integrity of a Shennong-like figure like you?

Han Cheng sniffed and looked at Liang, who was inexplicably excited and eager to try, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Facts have proved that even Han Dashenzi does not have much of such precious thing as moral integrity.

Thinking of the taste of the spicy food, Han Cheng no longer cared about complaining about Liang's lack of moral integrity.

Instead, he kept thinking in his mind how to make some delicious food with this extremely rare peppercorn to reward his mouth and tongue which had suffered a lot of injustice over the years.

A spicy hot pot with a layer of red oil floating on it, which makes people particularly appetizing just by looking at it?

Han Cheng swallowed his saliva again and put this extremely tempting delicacy out of his mind.

Because the weather is not right at this time, it is not the season for hot pot, and there is no chili.

Spicy hotpot? Spicy crayfish? Spicy fish nuggets? Spicy loach? ...

A large amount of delicious food came towards Han Cheng, making him overwhelmed, dazzled and drooling.

Sometimes, having too many choices can be overwhelming.

After being bombarded with the delicious food he imagined, it took Han Cheng a long time to calm down.

Because he suddenly discovered something more serious, which is that it seems that numbness and spiciness have always been linked together.

Many foods are only numbing but not spicy, and after they are cooked, they lose a lot of flavor.

What is frustrating now is that there is no spicy food in the tribe, not even dogwood or mustard, which can barely replace chili peppers. This makes Han Cheng, who was excited for a while, a little discouraged.

With the addition of Sichuan peppercorns, the taste of food is indeed much better than before, but without the spiciness, the flavor is always missing.

Han Cheng didn't want to settle for it. After all, this was Hua Jiao's first appearance in the tribe, and he had to make a splash no matter what, at least something he could accept.

Just like the people of the Qingque tribe like to see outsiders expressing amazement at the various good things in their tribe, as a latecomer, Han Cheng also likes to see the people in the tribe express sincere admiration and respect for what he has created.

This kind of spiritual happiness is not much worse than physical happiness.

"Wait a minute, until I figure out how to use this seasoning before I cook with this food."

Han Cheng suppressed the impulse in his heart and said to Liang, who was watching him swallowing and swallowing too.

This surprised Liang a little.

I've been swallowing my saliva for such a long time, and in the end you actually give me this?

Although people complained, Liang had no objection to it. After all, the Son of God was the boss of the tribe, and he had the final say in everything.

Han Chengxi took the bag of peppercorns and left. He didn't put it in the kitchen, but took it to his room.

Otherwise, if it was left in the kitchen and thrown away by someone who didn't know the consequences, Han Cheng wouldn't even have time to cry.

After returning to the house and putting the peppercorns away, Han Cheng sat on the edge of the kang, holding his face with both hands, and kept thinking about how to make a dish that only used peppercorns without any spicy ingredients.

It is not easy to find such a food, because numbness and spiciness are almost tied together, and numbness is in a supporting position.

It's OK to have spicy food without numbing, but it tastes much worse if it has numbing food without spicy...

However, Han Cheng's melancholy did not last long.

When he walked out of the tribal gate and went with the witch to check the millet that was turning yellower and the soybeans that were beginning to shed their leaves, a very famous food suddenly appeared in his mind without any warning - Mapo Tofu!

As soon as the idea of ​​Mapo Tofu appeared in his mind, Han Cheng couldn't help but get excited.

Because in his opinion, this is one of the very few foods that is not associated with spiciness and is very famous simply for its numbness.

Moreover, there is no shortage of ingredients for making Mapo Tofu in the tribe. In a few days, when the beans from dozens of acres are harvested, they will be enough to make Mapo Tofu for everyone in the tribe to taste!

Han Cheng, who had figured out the situation, was so happy both in his heart and on his face as he looked at the large field of beans that were about to mature.

Wu also smiled.

In fact, ever since Han Cheng came back from the Tongshan residential area, Wu was delighted every time he came out to see the vast fields of crops that were about to mature.

At this time of year every year, even the rabbit, which is usually the witch's most favored, will be neglected.

Wu Neng could wander around the fields all day long without feeling tired.

He reached out and touched some drooping ears of grain, pulled out a few weeds at the edge of the field, straightened the "bow" held by the straw man, and swung his arms and jumped, cursing and chasing away the birds that were stealing the grain...

Whenever Wu comes to the fields at this time, he has endless things to do and never gets tired of doing them.

"A lot of food..."

When Wu saw Han Cheng's happy face, he also pointed at the many beans that were about to mature in front of him and said to Han Cheng happily.

"Mm, that's a lot of food!"

Han Cheng answered seriously, but what appeared in his mind were plates of mapo tofu, and his face was full of smiles.

Although the two of them are completely on different channels at the moment, it is undeniable that the old and the young are very happy to communicate here.

Wheat ripens in a moment, silkworms mature in a moment, and millet matures just as quickly.

Han Cheng and Wu spent a long time wandering around the first batch of millet that was cultivated. After plucking some ears of millet and carefully identifying them, the Qingque tribe finally stopped the construction of the wall that had been going on for several months.

Without much rest, everyone began to prepare for the autumn harvest.

The lame carpenter and some other people were resting and checking their tools: sickles, wheelbarrows, forks, rakes, bamboo brooms...

People like Tietou, who often mow the grass, squatted in front of the fine whetstone, scooped up the water warmed by the sun from the earthenware jar with their hands, and sharpened the sickle again and again. From time to time, they would hold the sickle upright and gently test its sharpness with their fingers.

In the three scenes arranged in the shape of a Chinese character "品", someone carried water to wet the threshing floor. After waiting for a while, someone led a deer and carried a rolling frame. After harnessing the deer, they began to thresh the field over and over again...

In the midst of a festive and somewhat relaxed preparation, the Qingque tribe, which was about to start a rush to harvest, also welcomed a sumptuous feast for the beginning of the harvest...