(Additional chapter for book lovers’ book Eden 5/5)

Han Cheng stood up in surprise, and then walked all the way to the warehouse where the grain was stored. According to his previous memory, he opened the door of the warehouse marked with "nineteen" on the wall.

Most of the storage here is soybeans, and the other part is peas with blackened skin.

After Han Cheng came in this time, he ignored the soybeans that had turned into a variety of foods after the stone mill and brine were taken out, and went straight to the peas stored on the other side.

After figuring out the value of peas, a new food obtained from the semi-agricultural tribes, Han Cheng also attached great importance to it.

So this spring, Han Cheng directly asked people to plant all the pea seeds they had obtained in the fields, covering an area of ​​about 30 acres.

Now after the harvest, we have obtained several thousand kilograms of peas.

Looking at these black peas at this moment, Han Cheng was filled with joy and excitement. These were not peas at all, they were clearly jelly!

Now the autumn heat continues to rage, the weather is unbearably hot, and many of the tribesmen who have strong appetites have lost their appetite due to the heat. It is a good time for jelly, an appetizer and a heat-relief tool, to come into play!

"Carry out two bags!"

Han Cheng said to the senior brothers and others who followed him.

There are many people in the tribe, and they are all big foodies. Now when they encounter food like jelly in such hot weather, one can imagine what will happen next.

So Han Cheng directly asked the eldest brother and others to carry two bags, which weighed almost two hundred kilograms.

The eldest brother and others naturally obeyed Han Cheng's orders.

After carrying the grain out of the granary and closing the door, Han Cheng brought his senior brothers to the canteen where cooking was done.

Ask someone to find a few large basins, pour the peas in the bag into them, and add water.

The procedure for making jelly with peas is similar to that for making tofu with soybeans. Both require soaking the dried beans in water first, and then grinding them with a stone mill.

However, Han Cheng did not just leave it alone after adding water. Instead, he called two female primitive people who had experience in washing grains and asked them to wash the peas.

The tribe shells and removes the seeds from the peas on the threshing floor.

Although the grains have been threshed with stone rollers before being processed, it is inevitable that some sand and dust will be mixed in with the grains. It is very important to wash them before officially making the food.

Two female primitives sat on a wooden block, each holding a sieve woven with broken bamboo strips under the guidance of Han Cheng, and began to wash the grain.

The so-called strainer is an essential tool for washing grains. It is a circle with a diameter of about ten centimeters, with a handle and a slight depression in the middle.

Because it is woven from bamboo strips, it is very water-permeable.

The two female primitives held sieves in their hands and stirred the peas that had been submerged in water in the pottery basin in front of them a few times with their hands to disperse them so that the fine sand and gravel deposited in the pottery basin could fully settle to the bottom.

Then he used a colander to scoop out some pea shells that were not cleaned clean and floated on the water and put them aside. Only then did he start to wash the grains officially.

The two primitive men held the handle of the colander, which was also made of bamboo, in their hands, sank the front end of the colander into the water, and then began to rotate it rapidly in circles.

During the rotation process, it does not rotate horizontally all the time, but sinks to the left and right.

In this process, the peas will be stirred by the colander and float up with the water, and then be scooped onto the colander.

As for sand that is denser than peas, it will basically not be stirred up.

After the two men had scooped out all the peas one by one, the water in the basin became turbid and there was sand accumulated at the bottom of the basin.

The washed peas are put into a large basin and soaked in clean water again. You can start making jelly the next morning.

Wu was fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan in his hand, watching Han Cheng and others processing peas from a distance.

He already knew that Han Cheng was making some kind of food.

In the past, when the witch found out that the Son of God was making something new, especially food, she would definitely come over.

But this time it was different. The hot weather made Wu feel suffocated, and he had no desire to eat at all.

Even when I think about food, I feel a little nauseous.

What a sin!

After realizing his current state, Wu, who was fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, could not help but repeat his catchphrase in his mind once again.

In the past, when food was scarce in the tribe, I could eat any kind of food, and I always felt that it was not enough.

But now, faced with food that is so much better than what I had back then, I feel a little nauseous. If this isn't a sin, what is?

After repeating "what a sin" several times, the witch suddenly realized one thing: he was old.

If you can’t even eat delicious food, isn’t that just old age?

When this thought came to his mind, Wu immediately felt a little panicked.

In the past, the witch was not afraid of death, but now it is different. As life in the tribe gets better day by day, the witch does not want to die anymore.

Because he wanted to see how far his tribe could develop under the leadership of the Son of God.

I want to see these minors in the tribe grow up and work together for the development and growth of the tribe...

Because of this thought in his mind, Wu suddenly realized that he was old and became a little worried. He didn't eat much that night...

The next morning, Han Dashenzi, who had lost his appetite due to the hot weather and missed jelly so much, got up and ground the soaked peas himself.

Sister Bai Xue, who was pregnant, was still standing by with a wooden spoon in her hand, pouring half a spoonful of peas and half a spoonful of water into the mill.

The air in the early morning was crisp, and it looked like I hadn't woken up yet. In the silence, I could hear the sounds of dogs barking, chickens crowing, and sheep bleating...

The sunlight, which was not yet scorching hot, scattered through the bamboo forest, leaving behind dots of light and shadows.

The ground soy milk gathered into a column of water and fell into the large clay pot below, making a slight sound and creating a bunch of tiny bubbles. The air was filled with the smell of a raw bowl of soy milk.

The leisurely and comfortable morning actually made Han Cheng want to freeze time here.

The sling was hung up again, and the ground soy milk had to go through the same filtering process...

As time went by, the pure Chaoyang gradually turned into a veteran driver, no longer as gentle and clear as before, and began to show its power.

The weather became hot and humid, and the people working began to sweat.

Wu, who had been thinking for half a night and decided to force himself to eat more food, now had little appetite.

At this time, Han Cheng had already poured two cans of soy milk into the ceramic pot and had someone light a fire to boil it.

As the flames rose and a large amount of white steam rose from the clay pot, the already hot kitchen became even hotter, and the whole place became like a steamer. As soon as people walked in, they would immediately break out in sweat.

In summer, cooking in the kitchen is not such a good job...

Han Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and saw that the soy milk in the ceramic pot had boiled. He scooped it up with a ladle and poured it into a basin that had been prepared beside him.

"Son of God, are we going to add brine?"

People in the tribe, especially those helping in the kitchen, are familiar with the process of making tofu.

Although peas and soybeans look different, they both have the word "dou" in their names and are of the "dou" generation.

Moreover, the series of operations before this were exactly the same as when making tofu. So when he saw Han Cheng scoop up the cooked bowl of soy milk, he did nothing except asking someone to put the raw bowl of soy milk into the ceramic pot to continue boiling it. He didn't even have the intention of making tofu. After waiting for a while, he finally couldn't help but speak up to remind him.

After all, if you wait too long for the cooked soy milk to be cooked and then add some tofu, it won’t be very tasty.

Han Cheng wiped the sweat off his face with the towel hanging around his neck, smiled and shook his head, saying: "No need to add brine, this is not making tofu, but making another kind of food.

Besides, other beans cannot be made into tofu.”

Compared to tofu, jelly is easier to make. You just need to cook the raw soy milk and scoop it into a bowl to cool it.

If you buy pea flour directly, it will be more convenient and quicker to make.

It’s a pity that there was no ready-made pea flour for Han Cheng to buy at that time, so he had to grind the pea flour himself.

"This is a delicious food. I guarantee it will whet your appetite once it's cooked!"

Thinking about the refreshing feeling of eating jelly in future generations, Han Cheng swallowed his saliva, and explained the new food that was about to be cooked to the person who asked him with a mysterious look on his face, with some yearning and intoxication.

现在天热，豆浆变凉、凝固的比较慢，在这里等待了一阵儿，见这些碗豆浆凝固成凉粉还需要一些时间，韩成就向在厨房里进行帮忙的这些人交代了一声，转身出了蒸笼一般的厨房。

厨房帮忙的这些人，都是做惯食物的人，有了韩成刚刚的演示，再加上有做豆腐的经验在，做这些还是不成问题的。

至于从厨房里出来的韩大神子，也有着非常正当的理由离开厨房。

这个理由就是他要准备上一些佐料，为这种新食物做准备。

其实真实的原因是，他在厨房里被热的受不了了……

芝麻酱、热油浇出来的辣椒酱、以及翠绿的小香菜，乃是调凉粉的好东西。

只可惜这些东西韩成统统没有。

好在还有醋这种调凉粉时必不可少的调料，不然的话这次做出来的凉粉简直都要没有办法吃了。

来到外面，韩成从房檐下的墙上挂着的蒜辫子上，揪下来诸多的大蒜。

大蒜这东西，部落里已经拥有几年了，经过几年的人工培育，个头与之前相比，也大上了不少。

就是还有相当大的一部分不怎么分瓣，容易长成独头蒜。

独头蒜这东西吃起来是真辣，尤其是被它辣到舌根的时候，那酸爽的滋味就别提了。

把这些蒜瓣用到放到案板上，用刀面一一拍打一下，然后剥皮，放到石臼里面加入食盐去搉。

蒜瓣捣成蒜泥，用勺子挖出来，加入凉水搅拌之后，蒜汁也就算成了。

美中不住的就是，上面没有飘一层香油。

蒜汁韩成捣了很多，足足弄了一盆子。

“神子！神子！”

蹲在树荫下，韩成刚刚把蒜汁调好，还没有来得及起身，一个在厨房里面帮忙的人，就已经满头大汗冲出厨房，一路喊叫着朝着韩成奔来了，

“咋了？”

韩成被这家伙一惊一乍的反应弄的有些吃惊，从地上站起之后，看着这人大声询问。

“碗豆浆……碗豆浆…成…成一块了！”

这人显得有些气喘的说着，浑身上下都透着兴奋，兴奋之中又带着一些新奇之类的情绪。

这是凉粉成了啊！

韩成闻言一下子变得欣喜起来，把那一盆子蒜汁放在一块支起来的石板上之后，带着人一起脚步匆匆的往厨房而去。

“神子，会……会弹……”

韩成来到厨房门口的时候，几个在厨房里帮忙的人，正伸长了脖子围在放置在桌案上的装凉粉的瓦盆。

其中一个人侧着身子，做出随时都会跑路的样子，把手臂伸的老长，用手指轻轻的往上面一戳，盆子里那种软软弹弹的感觉一下子就顺着手指传了过来。

伸出手指试探的这人，以及另外几个人围观的人，都是迅速去的往后退了两步，带着新奇和一些警惕的望着这盆子中的凉粉。

这样的一幕，看的韩成忍不住的笑出声来。

听到笑声，这几个人抬头这才发现韩成已经过来，刚才伸手去触摸凉粉的那个人，举着自己的那根手指头，对韩成说道，神情有些懵。

凉粉要是不软不弹，那也就不是凉粉了！

韩成在盆子里洗了手来到最早的那两盆舀出来的碗豆浆边上，伸出手指触摸了一下，确认这些真的已经凝固成了凉粉。

而且最表面的这一层，用手摸起来还有些硬，这是凉粉皮。

“把这个大案板抬到外面去！”

确认了这些凉粉已经彻底做成之后，韩成出声指挥着两个人把大案板抬到外面的荫凉地里，这厨房他是一刻都不想多呆了。

这些装凉粉的盆子，也在韩成的命令下被一一的转移到了外面。

“哇~！”

“神子……”

“这……”

纵然是天气炎热，秋老虎肆虐的厉害，也一样阻挡不住青雀部落的人围在韩成身边看新奇的念头。

尤其是刚才从厨房里奔出来的青草，一路呼喊着找神子的行为，更是一下子就将停留在院子里做着一些事情的人的好奇心撩到了顶点。

这时候，韩成端着最早的那个凉粉盆子将之扣在抬出来的案板上，然后把盆子揭开，一个盆子形状的凉粉块就出现在了众人眼前。

这一大块凉粉整体为黑灰色，呈半通明状，又带着一种光泽，用手触碰一下，就会在那里颤颤悠悠的晃啊晃的，很是好看。

见到神子说的这种新型的食物居然这样的好看，周围围观的人许多都忍不住的惊讶出声，那些没有惊呼出声的人，一个个也都忍不住的瞪大了眼睛。

看着眼前这漂亮的有些过分的食物，许多人这会居然升起了舍不得下嘴的想法。

韩成看着这由自己亲手制造出来的凉粉，也露出了的满意的神色。

听到众人在那里赞叹凉粉的漂亮，韩成笑了笑，这是没有找到绿豆，如果找到绿豆了，用绿豆做出来的凉粉，会让你们觉得更加的惊艳。

如同一大块翡翠一般堆放在那里，就算是韩成这个见过世面的，也觉的好看异常。

调着吃的凉粉最好使用那种带着很多小孔的刮子来刮，只可惜韩成升起的做凉粉的念头升的比较猝然，根本来不及做刮子，因此上只能是用刀来切了。

韩成拿过长方形的铜铸大菜刀，往刀的两面都粘上一些清水之后，对着扣在这里的这块大凉粉就切了下去。

这样的一幕看的周围围观的许多人都升起了不忍的心思，有人更是想要出声阻拦，因为这凉粉在众人的眼里实在是太漂亮了！

韩成却拿着刀只管在那里一下一下的切着，相对于凉粉的好看而言，他更在意的凉粉的好吃。

凉粉不是太好切，主要的原因就是有些沾刀，需要切上一会儿就弄上一些水把刀湿一下。

“青草，青花，你们也来切。”

韩成切了一阵儿之后，又将两盆凉粉扣过来，出声对青草、青花说道。

这么多的凉粉，这么张嘴巴等着吃，只靠韩成一个人切，那得切到猴年马月去了。

切好的凉粉放到另外一个盆子里，往里面浇上几勺子刚刚捣好的蒜汁，再放上一些果醋，用勺子一搅拌，往碗里面一盛，看起来就让人觉得很有食欲。

韩成端起一碗先尝了一口，虽然缺少了诸多调料，但能够在这个时候吃到凉粉就已经非常难得了，哪里还有这许多的讲究？

一口又凉又滑的凉粉入口，带着那股子爽口劲一路滑进了胃里，顿时就让人觉得浑身舒爽。

本来韩成只是想要先来上一口尝尝味道的，结果这一口吃下来之后，立刻就停不下来了。

愣是一口气稀里呼噜的把这一碗的凉粉吃完，这才停下。

猛出一口气，只觉得浑身舒坦，就连这令人难受的秋老虎，似乎也没有这样大的威力了。

“咕咚！”

“咕咚！”

周围响起一片咽口水的声音。

看着嘴一向比较叼的韩成一口气将这样一大碗的凉粉吃完，并露出了一脸享受的样子，在周围围观的人早已经将这凉粉长得太好看，不忍下嘴的念头给抛到了十万八千里之外。

此刻的他们，只想着赶紧也尝尝这种新食物的滋味。

至于天太热、热的让人不想吃饭这样的事情，在这种新食物的冲击下，一下子就消失的无影无踪了。

韩成放下碗，抹了一下嘴示意众人不要着急，人人都能吃到，而后拿起一个干净碗，舀了满满一碗的凉粉，准备给巫吃。

结果让韩成意外的事情发生了，以往的时候，只要韩成一弄新东西就往身边凑的巫，这次居然没有在身边。

韩成目光在周围寻索了一圈，没有看到巫的身影，却发现了巫的专用暖手宝圆。

问了圆之后，韩成才知道巫在当作储藏室来用的洞穴之内呆着。

这有些反常的事情，让韩成不由得升起一丝担忧，交代了众人按照平时吃饭时那样来打凉粉吃之后，韩成端着手里的凉粉拿着筷子一路朝着洞穴而去。

洞穴之内的气温要比外面低上一些，用来纳凉确实不错。

巫这时候就坐在一块石头上，手里拿着蒲扇慢慢的一下一下的扇着，显得有气无力，心事重重的样子。

他的心事重重一方面是因为天热，更多的则是因为意识到自己的年纪大了，可能会活不长久了。

两者掺杂在一起，让巫变得更加的没有食欲了起来。

越是没有食欲，巫的心里也就变得越难受。

因为在他的理解里，不能吃食物，那也就代表着这个人不成了。

这也是为什么明明知道神子今天在做新食物，而巫却独自坐在洞穴这里没有过去打下手并进行围观的主要原因。

“巫，吃凉粉。”

韩成走进来看到了坐在石头上，整个人都显得有些萎靡的巫出声说道。

It would have been fine if Han Cheng hadn't mentioned food, but when he mentioned food, Wu, who was already annoyed, thought of the steaming rice that burned his hands when he held it in his hands and his mouth when he put it in his mouth. His stomach suddenly felt churning and he bent over and began to dry heave.

"witch!"

Han Cheng was shocked by this scene. He put the bowl aside and walked over quickly. He stretched out his hand and slowly patted the witch's back.

After a while, Wu finally recovered.

"Wu, what's wrong with you?"

Han Cheng asked worriedly. There was already sweat on his forehead, and now he was frightened by Wu's condition, and immediately another layer of sweat broke out.

"Son of God, I...I'm going to die."

Wu stood up and looked at Han Cheng and said with sadness and weakness.

As soon as these words came out, Han Cheng's heart suddenly beat, and after a pause, it began to beat like a drum. His legs and feet felt sore and weak, and he couldn't stand steadily, and he almost fell to the ground.

Looking at Wu, Han Cheng felt dizzy.

This… How is this possible! How can you die just like that?

In the entire tribe, Wu is the person Han Cheng respects the most, and he treats her like an elder.

Han Cheng just wanted this increasingly childish old man to stay with him and the tribe forever.

I went to watch the minors in the tribe grow up, and watched the tribe become better little by little with the efforts of everyone. How could it be that it is suddenly going to die now?

While feeling dizzy, Han Cheng's nose was uncontrollably sour and he had an urge to burst into tears.

The witch who was sitting on the stone reached out to hold the staggering Han Cheng, and let Han Cheng sit on the stone side by side with him.

"Wu, you...what's wrong with you?"

With the help of the witch, Han Cheng sat trembling on the stone. He looked at the witch and asked questions. His voice was trembling, his throat was very dry, and tears were dripping uncontrollably.

Wu also didn't expect that the Son of God would have such a big reaction after learning that he was going to die.

After a brief discomfort, Wu was infected by the atmosphere and thought that he would never see these things again. He felt even sadder and tears rolled down his cloudy eyes.

"I...I'm old, and I can't...I can't eat..."

After a long while, Wu finally spoke with an extremely sad tone.

"Wu, don't worry..."

After hearing what Wu said, more tears welled up in Han Cheng's eyes. He opened his mouth to comfort Wu, but halfway through, Han Cheng suddenly froze. The next words were stuck in his throat and he even forgot to cry.

"Wu, what do you say?!"

After being stunned for a while, Han Cheng looked at Wu who was sitting there with a face full of grief and tears, and asked again hurriedly.

"I... I'm old. I can't eat... I can't eat food. If I can't eat... I will die..."

The worries that Wu had been suppressing from yesterday until today, as well as his attachment to life and fear of death, were all aroused by Han Cheng. They were on the verge of exploding at this moment, and he became even more sad when he was asked this question by Han Cheng.

Getting old? Can’t eat anymore?!

Is this the basis on which you judge that you are going to die? !

Han Cheng, who had stopped crying at all, felt like he was being electrocuted when he saw Wu sitting there, crying so hard that she was about to burst into tears.

Is there anyone as scary as you? Is there anyone as tearful as you?

Wu, you have tricked me into crying, and I have not yet come to settle the score with you, but you are still crying here, don’t you feel guilty? !

Han Cheng was caught off guard by this sudden answer and stood there, not knowing what to say to express his feelings for a moment.

I couldn't eat because the weather was too hot. There were many people in the tribe with poor appetite these days. How could they be linked to death?

I knew it. I heard the noises he and Yuan were making at night just a few days ago. It doesn't make sense that he would fail after just a few days.

"Wu, don't be sad, you're fine!"

Before, Han Cheng's half sentence still contained some comfort, but this time it had become completely certain.

After hearing Han Cheng's words, Wu, who was crying, was stunned for a moment, and then cried even harder.

The Son of God must be lying to himself. He is the oldest in the tribe and he can't even eat. How could he be okay?

Han Cheng saw that Wu was crying even harder and felt helpless. For a moment he didn't know how to persuade this old man who was crying non-stop.

At this moment, Han Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up when he glanced at the bowl of jelly he had put aside.

"Wu, stop crying and have a bowl of the jelly I just made."

Han Cheng came to Wu with the jelly and spoke.

Wu, who was crying hard, felt annoyed again when she heard Han Cheng talking about food.

"I...don't want to eat...I don't want to eat..."

After Wu dry-retched twice, he stood up and waved his hands at Lian Lian.

"This food is different from the previous ones. It's very refreshing. I haven't felt like eating much these past few days, but I just ate three big bowls!"

As Han Cheng spoke, he looked like he was savoring the taste, and to increase credibility, he even exaggerated the one bowl to three bowls.

There is no way, old children, old children, sometimes they have to be treated like children and coaxed.

After Han Cheng said this, Wu, who was waving his hands, was stunned.

"real?"

Wu wiped away her tears and looked at Han Cheng in a daze.

"Of course it's true!"

Han Cheng said this with great confidence and moved the bowl of jelly in his hand closer to Wu.

Wu was about to answer it, but another wave of disgust came over him. After this happened twice, Wu gave up the idea of ​​eating.

"Wu, close your eyes, don't look, take a bite and try it first."

Han Cheng was also a little anxious watching from the side, and felt a little worried for Wu.

Wu followed Han Cheng's advice and closed his eyes. Han Cheng brought the bowl to feed him.

However, the witch's face showed a determination as if he was ready to die.

"Open your mouth." Han Cheng said.

Wu opened his mouth and Han Cheng put a piece of jelly into his mouth with chopsticks.

The jelly tastes cool and smooth, with the sourness of vinegar and the spiciness and fragrance of garlic.

The witch, who was already half nauseous, suddenly stopped feeling sick when he realized that the taste of the food was indeed different from the food he ate every day.

He stood there with his mouth half open for a moment, then suddenly increased his chewing speed.

He swallowed the jelly in his mouth in two or three swallows.

Her tightly closed eyes also opened. Looking at the bowl in Han Cheng's hand and the jelly in the bowl, she no longer felt disgusted. Instead, her eyes lit up, and she wished she could pounce on it and eat all the delicious jelly in the bowl at once.

Seeing this, Han Cheng pushed another chopstick into Wu's mouth.

After being fed by Han Cheng for two bites, Wu felt that it was not enough, so he took the bowl from Han Cheng and kept putting the food into his mouth, not even willing to lift his head while eating.

The speed of eating was as fast as a whirlwind. In just a moment, the whole bowl of jelly was gone.

Is it possible for an old man to eat so quickly?

It was so powerful that even he himself was amazed and had to admit defeat. How could a person who couldn't eat and was dying do this?

"Wu, is this rice delicious?"

Han Cheng looked at Wu who finished a big bowl of jelly in one go, sniffed and asked.

"Smells good! It smells really good!"

Wu exclaimed with sincere admiration.

Then he raised his neck and drank up the remaining juice in the bowl. After smacking his lips, he looked at Han Cheng hopefully and asked, "Son of God, do you have any more rice?"