Han Cheng swore that he had never tasted such delicious meat soup.

Although this meat soup was made in a very unique way and without any seasoning, not even salt, he could still say with certainty that it was truly the most delicious food he had ever eaten.

After drinking three bowls of water in a row, Han Chengcai ate all the minced meat in the "bone bowl".

The old primitive man seemed very happy that the wooden Han Cheng could eat the food he invented.

He put the empty bone bowl back to its original place, looked at Han Cheng with a smile, then said something to him tentatively, accompanied by some gestures.

Han Cheng couldn't understand what the old primitive man meant. Even if he understood, all he could do in response was to roll his eyes and blink like he was doing now.

The old primitive man tried hard for a while, but seeing that Han Cheng seemed unable to understand what he meant, he gave up his efforts and turned around to busy himself with his own things.

After waking up today, Han Cheng knew that the old primitive man in front of him was a cultured person.

This is easy to see, because inside this cave, in a relatively independent small cave, there are many stone slabs with many ancient and clumsy words engraved on them.

Well, maybe it can be described with a picture.

It was very similar to what he saw on the rock wall before he traveled through time.

And now the old primitive man is using a piece of stone to slowly carve on a slate that is not filled with writing.

If a person who can write is not a cultured person, what else is he? Especially in primitive times.

Han Cheng stared at the old primitive man's hand holding the stone with his eyes slanted, wanting to see what he was going to carve.

However, he didn't figure out anything until he fell asleep.

This was not because the old primitive man's writing was too simple and unsophisticated, and Han Cheng could not understand it. Instead, it was because the old primitive man wrote too slowly, so slowly that Han Cheng fell asleep before he finished writing two words...

When I woke up again, it was already getting dark. The primitive people who had gone out returned with the joy of harvest.

"Bang!"

The pot-bellied second brother shook his shoulders, and a heavy prey fell from his shoulders to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust and blowing the flames to flicker, almost extinguishing them.

Han Cheng looked over and recognized it as a wild boar. Judging from its size, it must have weighed about 100 kilograms. He had no idea how they caught and killed such a big creature.

Today is a day of harvest. In addition to this big wild boar, there are three small wild boars weighing about ten pounds.

It seems that they have wiped out the entire wild boar family.

Some women spread out the animal skin packages in their hands, revealing the green and yellow fruits inside.

These fruits were placed where the eldest senior brother took the fruits last night.

Everyone in the tribe had a happy look on their face and they were excited looking at this precious food.

Because they caught a lot of prey today, they can have a good meal!

Under the arrangement of the eldest brother, the people in the cave worked in an orderly and enthusiastic manner.

Junior Brother Sha used a stone knife to cut open the stomachs of four wild boars of different sizes.

They took out all the boar's internal organs and gave the intestines to the lame, skinny man.

With the help of his wife, the lame man took the intestines and walked out of the cave. Not long after, his wife came in with a bunch of processed pig intestines.

Handed it to the man who was responsible for making dinner, while she continued to go out and help his man with the pig intestines.

Han Cheng blinked. He didn't expect that this lame primitive man was also an expert in processing intestines.

The others were also busy skinning, cutting meat and roasting intestines.

As everyone was busy, the aroma of meat quickly spread throughout the cave.

The food tonight was indeed very rich. In addition to four sets of pig offal, a small wild boar was also roasted.

After the food is baked, the eldest brother usually starts first.

He tore off a piece of fat from the roasted pork, and also got a piece of intestines, and held them in his hands to give to the old primitive man who was like his master first.

The old primitive man pointed at Han Cheng and spoke a few words to the eldest brother with gestures. The eldest brother nodded, then looked up at Han Cheng with some curiosity.

Then he went out and got some more from the pile of baked goods.

It was a black patch and Han Cheng couldn't recognize it.

The sumptuous dinner began. There was plenty of food tonight. Even the lame primitive man and his family, who went to get food last, got enough food to fill their stomachs.

Watching everyone eating meat happily, Han Cheng's stomach also started singing a little tune happily.

But no one paid any attention to him. Everyone, including the old primitive man, was enjoying their hard-earned food.

Of course, the old primitive man still eats slowly.

When everyone else has finished eating and has been combing each other's hair with their hands for a while, the old primitive will finally swallow the last bite of food.

Then he stood up, took the bone bowl that Han Cheng had used once, picked up the black thing that the eldest brother had brought last, whose true appearance could not be seen, broke off a small piece with his hands, crushed it with his hands, and put it into the bone bowl.

Han Cheng then suddenly realized that this was roasted pork liver.

About ten minutes later, Han Cheng drank the delicious and unique pork liver soup.

At this time, the cave had become dark.

By the time he finished his meal, most people in the cave had gone to bed.

Han Cheng looked at this simple and quiet cave, and the people in the cave, and his heart was surprisingly calm.

Working from sunrise to sunset and resting from sunset, in this seemingly monotonous life, he felt what he had always wanted but could not get.

That is the slow pace of life.

Here, people do not need to pursue too many things. As long as they have enough food to fill their stomachs every day, they can feel the joy radiating from the bottom of their hearts.

It is not like in later generations, where people are suffocated by invisible pressure every day.

I wish I could stay awake all day, but I still feel like there isn’t enough time…

From this point of view, people in later generations may not really live as happily as primitive people.

Han Cheng's somewhat ethereal thoughts were interrupted.

Maybe because they were full, there were unusually many people who couldn’t sleep tonight.

There were no good entertainment activities at that time, unlike in later generations where one could play the king game or something, so primitive songs soon rang out in the cave.

One after another.

Han Cheng suddenly discovered a very serious problem. In the past, if he encountered such a situation, something below would react immediately even if he didn't think about it. But now, he didn't even feel the slightest bit!

Damn, it's game over now...