Chapter 677: Son of God, shall we make food?

Han Cheng stared at a few small objects in his palms, with excitement inexplicably, his brows and eyes were smiling.
Who said there are no surprises? The surprise is already here!
This is Huajiao!
In Han Cheng's mind, pepper is only an extremely important seasoning behind chili and shallots.
Especially after joining hands with pepper, the wonderful taste and power that can be produced are really self-evident.
There is no expectation of such a precious thing as pepper. If there is no error in time and space, this thing should not appear in the tribe.
However, it was time for Huajiao to appear in front of Han Cheng in a way that Han Cheng had never expected.
So far, after sweet, salty, sour, and bitter, another flavor came to the Qingque tribe.
This smell is hemp!
In order to verify whether this kind of stuff is actually pepper, Han Cheng decided to taste it himself.
He took out the black seeds from the peppercorns and placed them on the palm of his hand. When the food was fried, it was fried with hot oil. When it was eaten, it was very fragrant in his mouth.
Han Cheng put the pepper shells in his mouth and chewed slowly. The rich and bitter numbness came out from the roots of the teeth. Then, with the help of saliva along the tongue, it spread quickly towards the whole mouth.
"Bah bah..."
Even though Han Cheng missed the taste of peppercorns so much, he couldn't help but pooh.
This thing is pepper? The sesame pepper is not so flavorful, right?
Han Cheng, whose entire mouth was numb, spit on the side, spitting out teeth in his heart.
But I was still very happy, um, just numb and happy.
"The Son of God!"
Just as Han Cheng was spitting out and chewed up the pepper shells, there was a panic cry outside the door.
Before the sound fell, people ran in.
The person here is Liang.
Liang, who specializes in medical skills, is also one of the more leisurely people in the tribe.
Of course, the work he is engaged in is also very dangerous, after all, if one fails, he will poison himself.
He saw Han Cheng when he went here, and he didn't care about it at the time. After a while, he suddenly remembered the kind of fruit that made his mouth numb to the dung scoop, so he hurried to here.
The son of God is not the children of the tribe. He was very careful when checking the exchanged items. Although he stuffed the fruits into the pile of fur, he could not find the son of God. .
That kind of taste, just taste it yourself, but you can't let the son taste it too.
So I rushed over.
But it was too late. Seeing Han Cheng squatting there and spitting out, Liang knew that the son of God had already tasted it.
Thinking of the feeling that even his tongue is not his own, Liang couldn't help but shudder.
Seeing that Han Cheng didn't have a kettle, which was an essential tool for tasting things, Liang hesitated a little before turning around and ran outside.
During the run, the dung scoop that had left him a great psychological shadow, unconsciously swayed in his mind again.
If the son of God eats too much of that kind of fruit, and only drinks water to slow it down, then maybe he really needs to use a dung scoop...
Thinking of the scene in the toilet in the summer, Liang fought a cold war in a spirited manner.
This stuff is exciting when you think about it.
With the water that Liang brought over, Han Cheng, who was gargle there, didn't know what Liang was thinking at this time. If he knew it, I wonder if he would wink in his heart...
After rinsing for a while, and waiting for a while, the tingling in his mouth eased a lot.
Feeling the numbness in his mouth, Han Cheng looked at the pepper beans on the ground and his eyes lit up.
The Liang on the side obviously understood the wrong meaning, thinking that the Son of God was so embarrassed by this uncomfortable fruit that he wanted to throw it away.
Therefore, the dog-legged guys found brooms and copper lifts, and wanted to clear out the fruits that should not be kept for a long time. It is best to bury them deeply in the ground so as not to be eaten by people in the tribe.
After returning to the house with the things, Liang was surprised to find that Shenzi was picking up the things scattered on the ground with his hands.
"The Son of God..."
As he said, he moved forward with things in his hand, ready to clean it up. After all, this is much faster than picking it up by hand.
"You don't need to use this sweep, this thing is for eating, just pick it up with your hands."
After discovering Liang's intention, Han Cheng hurriedly stopped with a loud tongue.
Carrying a broom and a brass shovel, Liang was stunned on the spot. What did he hear?
This thing is actually meant to be eaten?
After you ate one, the poisoned mouth was uncomfortable for a long time. After rinsing your mouth with water for a long time, your speech was a little awkward at the moment, so you actually said that this thing can be used to eat?
It's no wonder that Liang made such a fuss, but the impression that Huajiao left him was too deep.
At this moment, Han Cheng said that peppercorns had other uses, and Liang wouldn't be surprised, except for eating, which he couldn't think of anyway.
You know, after tasting the pepper, he immediately listed this kind of delicious little fruit among the uneatable~EbookFREE.me~ and even deliberately included it in order to prevent the tribe from being poisoned. Hidden in a hidden place...
"God... Son of God, is this... edible?"
Standing there for a while, he froze and asked, looking at the rare picking of peppercorns, Han Cheng who would not let him go.
"Well, it may be edible."
Han Cheng recalled the series of spicy large-plate chicken, Sichuan-style hot pot, and grilled gluten, and couldn't help but his mouth.
These things are too much missed.
Seeing Shenzi swallowing at the peppercorns, Liang couldn't help grinning.
Yes, the taste of this little fruit is really ‘miss’.
Seeing Liang's appearance, Han Cheng no longer knew what Liang was thinking.
He naturally knew that Liang Taste had already tasted his professional habits. Judging from Liang's reaction at this time, Han Chengcheng knew that Liang had already tasted pepper.
He didn't want to tease the honest people in the tribe. After thinking about it for a while, he smiled and said with a still numb mouth: "Well, it can be used for eating, but it cannot be eaten directly. Just like salt, you need to put it in the food. After you put it in, you can make the food more delicious."
Han Cheng said this, especially when he compared it with salt. In this way, bright eyes lit up quickly.
The people of the Qingque tribe have a deep understanding of salt, which is becoming more and more important to the tribe.
According to Han Cheng's words, Liang's attitude towards Huajiao suddenly changed greatly.
Seeing Han Cheng swallowing at Huajiao, he couldn't help swallowing.
"God, shall we make food and eat?"
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