Chapter 677 Son of God, Shall We Make Food?

Han Cheng stared at the small things in his palm, excited inexplicably, with smiles on his brows and eyes.

Who says there are no surprises? Isn't the surprise already here?

Zanthoxylum bungeanum, this is it!

In Han Cheng's mind, prickly ash is only an extremely important seasoning after chili, onion and garlic.

Especially after joining hands with chili, the wonderful taste and power it can produce is really self-evident.

Don't count on precious things like peppers. If there is no error in time and space, this thing should not appear in the tribe.

But at this time, Huajiao appeared in front of Han Cheng in a way that Han Cheng had never expected.

So far, after sweet, salty, sour, and bitter, another taste has come to the Qingque tribe.

This taste is hemp!

In order to verify whether this kind of thing is 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 frying vegetables, he fried them with hot oil, and when he ate them, he chewed them until they tasted delicious.

Han Cheng put the prickly ash husk into his mouth, chewed slowly, and a strong, somewhat bitter numb taste came out from the root of his teeth, and then quickly spread along his tongue with the help of saliva towards the entire mouth.

"Bah bah..."

Even though Han Cheng missed the taste of pepper very much, he couldn't help but pooh one after another at this time.

This fucking pepper? The pepper is not so flavorful, is it?

Han Cheng, whose whole mouth was numb, spat aside, gritted his teeth and complained in his heart.

But I was still very happy in my heart, um, I was numb and happy.

"Son of God!"

Just as Han Cheng was spitting out his saliva and the chewed pepper shells, there was a panicked cry from outside the door.

Before the voice fell, people had already ran in.

It was Liang who came.

Liang, who specializes in medical skills, is also one of the relatively leisurely people in the tribe.

Of course, the work he was engaged in was also very dangerous. After all, if he didn't do it well, he would poison himself.

He saw Han Cheng when he went here, and he didn't pay attention at that time. After a while, he suddenly remembered the kind of fruit that made his mouth so numb that he thought of a dung scoop, so he ran here in a hurry.

Shenzi is not those children in the tribe. He was very careful when inspecting the exchanged items. Although he stuffed these fruits into the fur pile, he was not sure that Shenzi would not be able to find them. .

It would be nice to have a taste of that kind of taste, but you can't let the Son of God taste it too.

So he came running.

But it was too late, seeing Han Cheng squatting there and spitting out, Liang knew that Shenzi had tasted it in his mouth.

Thinking of that feeling as if he didn't even have his own tongue, Liang couldn't help shivering.

Seeing that Han Cheng didn't have a kettle, a necessary tool for tasting, Liang hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran outside.

On the way of running, the dung ladle that left him with a great psychological shadow, unknowingly swayed in his mind again.

If Shenzi eats too much of that kind of fruit, drinking water alone can't slow him down, then maybe he really needs to use a dung ladle...

Thinking of the scene in the toilet in summer, Liang shivered violently.

This stuff is exciting just thinking about it.

Han Cheng who was rinsing his mouth with the water brought by Liang didn't know what Liang was thinking at this moment, if he knew, would he still be talking about Liang's winks in his heart...

After rinsing his mouth for a while, and waiting for a while, the numbness in his mouth eased a lot.

Feeling the numbness in his mouth, Han Cheng looked at the pepper beans on the ground with his eyes shining.

Liang at the side obviously misunderstood the meaning, thinking that the Son of God was annoyed by this uncomfortable fruit, and wanted to throw away these fruits.

Therefore, those who were very dog-legged found brooms and copper picks. If they wanted to clean up these unsuitable fruits, it was 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 Miko was picking up the scattered things on the ground with his hands.

"Son of God..."

As he said, he moved forward with his things, ready to clean them up, after all, it was much faster than picking them up by hand.

"You don't need to use this sweep, this thing is to be eaten, just pick it up with your hands."

After discovering Liang's intention, Han Cheng hurriedly stopped with his tongue out.

Liang, who was carrying a broom and copper shovel, froze on the spot. What did he hear?

This thing is actually meant to be eaten?

After you ate one, you suffered from the poisonous mouth for a long time. After rinsing your mouth with water for a long time, you still can’t speak very clearly, so you still say that this thing can be used for eating?

It's no wonder that Liang would make such a fuss, it's because Huajiao's impression on him was too deep.

At this moment, Han Cheng said that pepper has other uses, and Liang would not be surprised, except for eating, he would never have thought of it anyway.

You know, after tasting the peppercorns, he immediately listed this delicious little fruit in the ranks of inedible.

In order to prevent the people in the tribe from being poisoned, they even deliberately hid it in a hidden place...

"God...Son of God, can this... be eaten?"

Standing there in a daze for a while, he stared at Han Cheng who was picking up peppers at a rarity and refused to let any of them go, and asked a little stammeringly.

"Well, you can eat it."

Han Cheng recalled the series of food such as spicy big plate chicken, Sichuan style hot pot, and roasted gluten, and couldn't help but suck his mouth.

These things are too much to be missed.

Seeing Shenzi swallowing saliva at Huajiao, Liang could not help grinning.

Yes, the taste of this small fruit is really 'nostalgic'.

Seeing Liang like this, it was strange that Han Cheng didn't know what Liang was thinking.

He naturally knew that Liang had already tasted his professional habits. Judging from Liang's reaction at this time, Han Chengcheng understood that Liang had already tasted peppercorns.

He didn't want to tease the honest people in the tribe. After thinking about it for a while, he smiled and said with his still numb mouth: "Well, this can indeed be eaten, but it can't be eaten directly. It's like Like salt, you need to put it in food, and after you put it in, it can make the food more delicious."

When Han Cheng said such words, especially when he used salt as a comparison, Liang's eyes lit up quickly.

People in the Qingque tribe have a deep understanding of salt, which is becoming more and more important to the tribe.

When Han Cheng said this, Liang's attitude towards Huajiao changed drastically.

Seeing Han Cheng swallowing at Huajiao, he couldn't help swallowing.

"Son of God, shall we cook food?"

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