Chapter 3: shell

After the little girl disappeared from Fengyun's vision, he walked into the room, took out two lumps, and cut some fat from the meat.
Fry the fatty meat on a slate, peel off the skin of the bumps, and cut into slices.
When the fat is forced out of the oil, put the pimple pieces on it.
While frying, keep turning over with chopsticks.
Since I just finished eating the meat, and I have not had a good impression of the hair bumps, it was not until the hair bumps were fried until golden on both sides, I picked up a piece and put it to my mouth.
Ok!
Feng Yun's eyes widened suddenly.
It is crispy and crunchy, melts in the mouth, and it is even more delicious than potato chips.
Originally, he fry some pimple slices for snacks, but now he can't stop.
After eating one slice, I want to eat the next slice, and when I finish the next slice, I want to eat another slice.
He really couldn't imagine that his shameless pimples could become so delicious.
Just as he was eating happily, a dirty little hand suddenly appeared in his vision, snatching away the hair bumps from his chopsticks.
Feng Yun was stunned for a moment. When he saw the owner of Little Hand clearly, his face immediately became difficult to look.
She turned out to be the little girl who robbed him of meat before.
However, the other party was just a child under ten years old. Although Feng Yun was a little angry, he couldn't make any drastic actions. He just waved to her.
The little girl seemed to know the reason too, and began to step back.
However, she only took two steps back and stopped moving. Her two big eyes were staring at the golden pimples on the stone slab, and water marks appeared on the corners of her mouth.
What a greedy cat.
Feng Yun couldn't help but shook his head secretly.
At the same time, he felt sympathy for the little girl in his heart.
As a foodie, he is very aware of the feeling that the food is currently unavailable, scratching his heart, his throat can't wait to stretch out a hand, it's too uncomfortable.
Perhaps it was because of the same disease, Feng Yun soon felt softened.
He used chopsticks to pick up a few hair bumps and put them on the big rock next to them.
"Eat!"
Before the words fell, the stone became clean.
Feng Yun showed a look of astonishment. He had never thought that a little girl under ten could move so fast.
He could not even see her movements clearly.
As soon as the hair bumps were put in the mouth, the big eyes of the little girl immediately turned into two small crescents, and her face was full of enjoyment and satisfaction.
Feng Yun also felt a sense of accomplishment.
The two of them ate all the hair bumps that Fengyun received on that day.
In the process, none of them spoke.
The little girl didn't speak when she left, just nodded to him.
Feng Yun once suspected that she was a dumb.
From that day on, the little girl often appeared in front of him.
He knew that what he attracted her was his cooking methods that were much more refined and advanced than primitive tribes.
He didn't hate her appearance.
In a completely unfamiliar environment, living alone again, loneliness will be unlimitedly amplified.
The appearance of the little girl can relieve his loneliness to a certain extent, making him feel that life is not so difficult.
He also has a worry.
What is extremely disproportionate to the little girl's thin body is her big appetite.
She can eat at most one-fourth to one-fifth of her weight at a time.
The food he can get from the tribe is only enough to feed his stomach.
With the addition of a big stomach king, his food is seriously insufficient.
The little girl is very smart and can obviously realize his embarrassment.
From the third day on, she often brought food by herself, and the quantity was quite large. In addition to enough for her own food, there was still surplus, enough for him to fill his stomach.
Most of the food she brought was meat, and other plant foods were obviously better than pimple.
She did not say where the food came from, nor did he ask.
It's not that he doesn't want to know, but he feels that if he asks, he will break the tacit understanding between them, and he is unwilling to do so.
At the same time, he also believed that as soon as the time came, she would take the initiative to tell him.
His hunch was fulfilled.
On the sixth day they met, she finally spoke to him.
She told him her name, which was Bei.
On the seventh day, she told him the source of the food.
Those meats were left to her by his brother, and his name was Lei, and Fengyun had an inexplicable familiarity with this name.
As for the plant-based food, she found it herself.
Although people who have not become true totem warriors are not allowed to leave the tribe, their activities around the tribe are not restricted.
Those plant foods were found around the tribe.
Bei's remarks made Fengyun a little worried.
There are so many kinds of plants, not to mention that she is just a child, even the elderly in the tribe may not be able to identify them all.
How can she be sure that the food she finds is non-toxic.
He told her his worry.
She let him not worry.
She has the ability to tell whether plants are poisonous or not, even if she has never seen them before, she can do so.
He didn't believe it at first, but after he saw her magic with his own eyes, he had to admire.
He warned himself in his heart that he must not underestimate anyone just because he was in primitive society.
After all, the primitive society he currently lives in is not the primitive society he recognizes.
Since even totem power is possible, it is not surprising that some seemingly magical abilities appear.
Bei's ability also gave Fengyun an idea.
In order for food to be delicious, in addition to the ingredients and the cooking skills of the cook, there is a very big factor, that is, the seasoning.
The only seasoning he has now is salt.
It's not that he didn't think about adding other seasonings to food, but he didn't even know it. If it was poisonous, it would be dangerous.
Now he can use Bei's ability to accomplish his purpose of collecting spices.
There are so many kinds of plants, it is very difficult to collect spices, and the progress is not fast.
Once, he rushed into the bushes, and he didn't recognize the surrounding plants. He wiped his buttocks with leaves and suffered, and it gave him the idea of ​​making paper.
...
I wonder what ingredients she will bring today?
Looking at Bei's back, Fengyun couldn't help but guess.
In about a quarter of an hour, Bei came back.
She was holding a snow-white bird in both hands, not small, almost half her body height.
She walked straight to Feng Yun, and while handing him the bird, she asked, "Brother Yun, what are you going to make delicious today?"
Feng Yun took it, and weighed it, heavy, each one weighing several kilograms.
He thought for a while and said, "You go and boil a pot of hot water first."
"You want to cook it?"
"No, I want to shed hair."
"Don't you want to cook and eat your hair?"
A disappointed expression appeared on Bei's little face.
"Don't worry. I will definitely make you a delicious dish you have never seen before."
"Really?"
A bright light radiated from Bei's big eyes.
She stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and shook it again and again: "What is delicious? Tell me."
"Let go, let go. You'll know later. If you want to eat earlier, just do as I say."
"Humph!"
There was a grunt of dissatisfaction in Bei's little nose, but she went to boil the water immediately.
She doesn't have much resistance to food, especially the food made by Fengyun.
In a short time, the shell will be burnt.
Feng Yun made a demonstration first, and then each person washed the feathers of the two snow chickens.
Pop...
Feng Yun patted the fat and tender snow chicken with satisfaction, and said to Bei: "You go pick lotus leaves now, remember, you need to pick more."
"I want to distract people again."
Bei was a little dissatisfied, but she still went to pick lotus leaves.
Feng Yun used a stone knife to cut the snow chicken's lower abdomen, took out all the internal organs, washed away the blood, and set it aside.
Walk into the house, take out the mushrooms and some recently found spices, and process them.
Before he finished processing, Bei came back.
The little face was red and sweat was on her forehead. Obviously, she used to run back and forth in order to figure out what Feng Yun was doing.
Feng Yun glanced at her, shook his head, and continued processing the ingredients.
Bei didn't speak, but kept walking around him, making him dizzy.
"Don't wander around. Go get some mud."
"Mud? What do you want mud for?"
There was a deep puzzlement in his big eyes.
Feng Yun didn't explain, but said: "I'm almost done. Don't blame me if you don't make it, and you can't eat delicious food."
Speaking of eating, it works better than anything else. I didn't ask anything, and immediately ran to get mud, and according to Fengyun's instructions, added water and stirred.
Fengyun filled the snow chicken's belly with all the dry ingredients such as mushrooms, and spread a layer of meat oil with a little salt on the surface of the snow chicken and rubbed it gently.
After kneading for about five minutes, he picked two good ones from the lotus leaves he picked, spread them out, put the two snow chickens in, wrapped them, and tied them up.
The reconciled mud from Bei's hand wraps the lotus leaf bag without leaving a gap.
He stabbed the bark-boiled fire with a wooden stick to make room and put two big mud into it.
After about an hour, Fengyun used a stick to pull the mud ball out. The mud ball had turned grayish white and became very hard.
Bei immediately jumped over, spinning around the mud ball, anxious looking like he wanted to eat but couldn't start.
"Smash!"
Feng Yun passed the wooden stick in his hand.
boom!
The stick hit a mud ball hard, and the mud splashed.
At the same time, a strong fragrance also penetrated Feng Yun and Bei's nose.
Feng Yun's reaction was good, but he just nodded.
Bei was stunned as if he had been caught in a hold technique.
"Um... um... um... delicious, delicious, so delicious."
Bei squeezed the tender and smooth chicken into his mouth, and made the sound of piglet humming, and his face was filled with oil, which seemed extremely satisfying and enjoyable.
Feng Yun is also very satisfied.
Although it was the first time to make a chicken, the ingredients were far from as much as he remembered, but the ingredients were really excellent and the taste was excellent.
When she was full, Bei sat leaning against the wall, curled up, in a daze, like a lazy kitten.
Feng Yun's attention was placed on the hard mud that was wrapped around the chicken, and he was very upset in his heart.
How come I forgot to burn pottery.
If the pottery is burned early, life will be more convenient.
He made a decision, and when the paper was made, he began to burn pottery.
But he didn't know that the impact of his papermaking on him and the tribe this time would be far beyond his imagination.
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