Chapter 184 The Demeanor of the King of Zero Taste

The lid of the pot, which was moistened by the steam and became very heavy, was lifted, and a large amount of white gas was transpired, and the more intense fragrance spread in all directions.

Many people from the Lv and Yang tribes, who have been staring at it for a moment since the vat began to steam, couldn't help sniffing hard, trying to get all the rich fragrance into their stomachs.

Han Cheng, the son of God and the first chef of the Qingque tribe, came over and stood firmly on a wooden pier with a height of 40 centimeters.

Holding a soup spoon tied with a long wooden stick in one hand, he stirred a few times in the soup which was about three centimeters away from the edge of the vat, and quickly struck out with the right hand holding the chopsticks, picking up a piece of haggis from the huge soup spoon. When the color is fine, put it back into the soup spoon and use chopsticks to pierce it. It doesn't take too much effort to pierce through.

Han Cheng nodded slightly, and then asked Huoyi to remove the unburnt large piece of wood under the vat. The soup was ready, so there was no need to use the fire again.

But even if the fire is removed, the charcoal under the tank can make the haggis soup in the tank boil for a while.

Han Cheng took the pottery bowl handed over by the person next to him, and filled the bowl with some haggis soup.

He only filled two bowls, signaling the leaders of the sheep and green tribes to come and drink.

This bowl was the same batch used by other tribes during the previous joy meeting, and now it has been cleaned and continued to be used to entertain them.

The leaders of the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe were a little excited that the son of God from a neighboring tribe served them soup. They are leaders, and they are more sensitive to status than ordinary people.

The leader of the Green Tribe took a large bowl containing some soup from Han Cheng, tilted the bowl to blow on the hot air, and couldn't wait to take a sip. He was eager to taste the taste of this soup. It's as delicious as anything I've had here before.

"Um?"

After taking a sip of the hot soup, the leader of the Green Tribe let out a little bit of disbelief, smacked his lips and tasted it, then took another sip, his eyes opened even wider.

He removed the big bowl that was almost on his face, and stared at the child-like Kamito standing on the wooden pier with chopsticks in his hand and smiling at him.

At this time, the leader of the Yang Tribe also removed the bowl that was on his face, and after looking at the leader of the Green Tribe with a similar expression, he also looked at Han Cheng to see what the Son of God was going to say.

Knowing what the Son of God was going to do, Wu and Eldest Brother looked at the leaders of the Yang and Lu tribes, and secretly held back their laughter.

"￥#%DSXx-on:"

The leader of the Green Tribe paused for a while, holding a bowl, and said something excitedly to the elder brother.

Of course, it is not to praise the deliciousness of the haggis soup, but to find that the haggis soup is the same as the one he cooked in the tribe. Too much too much.

Of course, this soup is not delicious, because Han Cheng didn't put salt in it.

The leader of the Green Tribe, who has cooked the food himself, did not know about adding salt to the soup, because during the happy meeting, the Qingque tribe used the salted fish with the largest number of soups to entertain them. .

The salted fish itself is fed with a salt bag, so there is no need to add salt when cooking the soup.

The big brother waved his hand at the leader of the Green Tribe,

He pointed at Han Cheng again, motioning him not to speak, and to watch what the Son of God did.

Han Cheng took a small jar of crushed salt from a person who was usually in charge of cooking, and tilted the salt jar towards the leaders of the Lv and Yang tribes so that they could see the salt inside.

The leaders of the Lu and Yang tribes were all surprised when they saw the white things in the jar. How could this neighboring tribe keep the winter snow until now? !

Without waiting for them to take a closer look, Han Chengcheng removed the jar, and then poured some of the salt inside into a soup spoon in front of everyone, and put the soup spoon into the soup pot.

He held the handle of the spoon with both hands and stirred vigorously. With his movement, more white air rose up.

Han Cheng stirred for a while, and when he felt it was even, he stopped, turned around and looked at the leaders of the Lv and Yang tribes, motioned for them to finish the soup in the bowl, and then handed over the bowl.

The two looked at Han Cheng's actions for a while, not understanding what this kid-like God Son meant.

It wasn't until the elder brother who was standing not far away came, took their hand holding the bowl, and pushed the bowl to their mouths, that they suddenly realized.

Han Cheng scooped up half a spoonful of haggis soup and poured it into the bowls held by the leaders of the Lv and Yang tribes.

This time without his signal, the two of them consciously picked up the bowl and began to taste the soup in the bowl.

The eyes of the leader of the Green Tribe lit up again. Although the soup in the bowl in his hand tasted different from the fish soup he drank at the happy meeting, it was still delicious.

Compared with what I just drank, it's like heaven and earth!

After he took a sip, he couldn't help speeding up. There wasn't too much soup in the bowl, and it was gone soon.

The leader of the Green Tribe raised his head high, and the bowl was completely tilted.

He opened his mouth and waited until two drops of soup that dangled and refused to come down from the side of the bowl fell into his mouth, then he put down the bowl, savoring the wonderful taste just now, and looked at the little boy next to the god with bright eyes. jar.

If it wasn't for the fear of causing misunderstanding and the fact that he and others couldn't beat the tribe, he would definitely rush over and snatch the little pot and hold it in his arms.

The reaction of the leader of the sheep tribe was similar to that of the leader of the green tribe, and he also stared at the small jar with burning eyes.

What is in there? How did the plain soup become so delicious after adding some of it? !

The people of the Qingque tribe who had been looking forward to it all the time saw the leaders of the Lv and Yang tribes showing the expressions they expected, and they were all very refreshed, with kind smiles on their faces.

This feeling of watching other tribes amazed by the things of your own tribe is really wonderful, and it is more comfortable than drinking delicious haggis soup into your mouth.

"#￥DEx-on:"

The leaders of the sheep and green tribes rushed to the elder brother without caring about continuing to drink the soup, and eagerly asked about the salt.

Han Cheng looked at all this with a smile, took some with a spoon and poured it into his own bowl, blew on the hot air and took a sip, his brows were slightly wrinkled, as expected, star anise, pepper, cinnamon and so on were missing Spices, and there is no colorful chili oil, balsamic vinegar, and coriander. The taste of this haggis soup is too different from that of later generations.

After he tasted some, he didn't want to drink any more. He was going to save his stomach, and cook some more mutton to eat after these people were sent away.

He doesn't think it's very delicious, but the people of the Lu and Yang tribes don't think so. They hold a large bowl of haggis soup, and can't stop drinking it, as if their mouths and tongues are made of stone. Yes, I don't know what it is hot at all.