Chapter 678: Mabo tofu

"God, let's make food and eat!"
In Liang's urgency, an inexplicable voice of excitement rang in his ears, which made the corners of Han Cheng's mouth twitch.
This guy is changing too quickly, right?
By the way, didn’t you just slurp on the teeth and prepare to throw away these peppercorns?
Now when I hear about eating, why do I become so impatient?
Liang, what about your morals like a Shennong character?
Han Cheng sniffed, watching the excitement inexplicably gearing up and eager to try, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Facts have proved that there are not many such precious things as the son Han Da.
Thinking of the taste of spicy and spicy food, Han Cheng suddenly no longer cared about complaining about it.
Instead, I kept thinking in my heart, what kind of delicious food is made with this extremely rare peppercorn, to reward the tongue that has been so wronged over the years.
A layer of red oil floating on it, the spicy hot pot that makes people especially appetite to look at?
Han Cheng swallowed once again, and still removed this very tempting delicacy from his mind.
Because the weather is not right at this time, it is not the hot pot season, and there are no hot peppers.
Mala Tang? Spicy crayfish? Spicy fish cubes? Spicy loach off? ...
A large swath of food roared towards Han Cheng, making him drool overwhelmed in the confusion.
Sometimes, too many choices can be uncomfortable.
It took a long time for Han Cheng to calm down under the bombardment of the food he had imagined.
Because he suddenly discovered a serious matter, which is, it seems that Ma and La have always been linked together.
Many foods are only numb but not spicy. After they are made, they lose a lot of flavor.
What is uncomfortable now is that there is no hotness in the tribe, nor is there anything like cornel mustard that can barely replace chili, which made Han Cheng a little frustrated for a while.
With Chinese pepper, the taste of food can indeed be improved a lot compared to before, but it is less spicy and always less flavorful.
Han Cheng didn't want to make do, after all, this was the first time that Huajiao appeared in the tribe, and he had to make a blockbuster no matter how it was done.
Just like the people of the Qingque tribe, they like to look at the people of the foreign tribes, showing a look of wonder at the kind of good things in their tribe. As a latecomer, Han Cheng also likes to see the people in the tribe and make things out of him. Things, send out sincere admiration and admiration.
This kind of mental happiness is not much worse than the physical one.
"Wait, wait until I think about how to use this seasoning, and then cook with this food."
Han Cheng suppressed the impulse in his heart, and said to Liang who watched him drool and followed the drool.
This made Liang a little surprised.
I've been swallowing with you for so long, but in the end you actually gave this one?
Tucao returns to Tucao, but Liang has no objection to this, after all, the child in the tribe is the boss, and everything is the child.
Han Cheng seldom took this bag of peppercorns and left, and didn't put it in the kitchen. He took it to his room.
Otherwise, if you put it in the kitchen and be thrown away by someone who doesn't know the depth, then Han Cheng would not have time to cry.
Back in the room and put the peppercorns away, Han Cheng sat on the edge of the kang, holding his face in his hands, and wondered how to make a food that only used peppercorns instead of spicy.
It is not easy to find such a kind of food, because Ma and Spicy are almost tied together, and Ma is still in that auxiliary position.
Spicy and no hemp is ok, there is hemp and no spicy, but it tastes a lot worse...
However, Han Cheng's melancholy did not last long.
When he walked out of the tribal courtyard and went with Wu to check the yellowing millet and the soybeans that were beginning to fall, a famous food appeared in his mind without warning. Mapo tofu!
As soon as Mapo Tofu appeared in his mind, Han Cheng couldn't help being excited.
Because this is in his cognition, there are very few foods that are not tied with spicy and rely solely on hemp and are very famous.
Moreover, there is no shortage of materials for making Mapo tofu in the tribe. In a few days, seeing these dozens of acres of beans are harvested, it is enough to make Mapo tofu that everyone in the tribe can taste!
Han Cheng, who had figured out the matter, looked at this large piece of about to mature beans, and his heart and face were happy.
Wu also smiled.
In fact, since Han Cheng returned from the Tongshan residential area, every time he went out to see this large piece of crops that were about to mature, Wu was always happy.
At this time of year, even the rabbits that are most favored by witches on weekdays will be left out.
Wu Neng wandered around the fields all day without feeling tired.
Reached out and touched some low-hanging grain ears, pulled out a few grasses from the ground, and straightened the'bow' held in the grass man's hand ~EbookFREE.me~ Throwing arms and jumping curses to slam those who stole away Birds eating millet...
Whenever he came to the field at this time, the witch had endless things to do, and he did not get tired of it.
"A lot of food..."
When Wu saw Han Chengle haha, he happily pointed to the many ready-to-ripen beans to Han Cheng.
"Well, a lot of food!"
Han Cheng answered seriously, but plates of Mapo tofu appeared in his mind, with a smile on his face.
Although the two are not on the same channel at all at the moment, it is undeniable that the two people, the old and the young, are very happy to communicate here.
The wheat is ripe for a while, the silkworm is old, and the millet is not slow when it matures.
There are still witches in Hancheng. After wandering around the first batch of grains that were cultivated for a long time, after pulling some grains and carefully distinguishing them, the Qingque tribe continued to build the wall for several months and finally stopped temporarily. Down.
Without stopping, everyone began to devote themselves to preparing for the autumn harvest.
The carpenter and some others rested and checked the sickle, wheelbarrow, wooden fork, rake, bamboo broom... these tools.
These people like iron heads who often mow grass squat in front of the delicate whetstone, hold the warm water in the earthen jar with their hands, sharpen the sickle one after another, and erect the sickle from time to time. Gently try to sharpen your fingers on it.
In the three scenes with the word "Pin", someone carried the water to wet the wheat field. After waiting for a while, someone took the deer, carried the rolling frame, and put the deer on, then began to grind the field again and again... …
Amidst the joy and a little relaxed preparation, the Qingque tribe, which is about to start a harvest movement, also ushered in a rich feast...
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