I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

"High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods."

This was the most familiar sentence that Mu Feng thought of at this time.

Primitive chicken, wild onions, black bamboo shoots, and tree flowers are the most original and freshest ingredients.

What he has to do now is to add salt, water, and chicken to the stone pot, distinguish the order, put bamboo shoots in the middle, and finally put tree flowers and mushrooms.

The new wind, who had tasted the chicken soup, looked forward to it and looked at the pot eagerly.

Others couldn't help but twitch their noses to smell the fragrance that had filled the cave.

"Brother Mufeng, is this the chicken soup you're talking about?" White Fang's eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but leaned forward to the stone pot, "Is this too fragrant?"

Mu Feng nodded: "This is the chicken soup, it will be more fragrant when it's cooked!"

The other people looked forward to it even more, and stopped sitting. They got up and stood next to the stone pot. They all looked intoxicated to smell the scent from the steaming, and refused to let go.

Mu Feng couldn't laugh or cry, and thought to himself: "As for?"

"Warchief!" Lihu couldn't help but said, "Is the original chicken used to stew soup? Have we all eaten like this in the future?"

Mu Feng held back his smile: "How is it possible that the original chicken is used to stew the soup the most. In the future, there will be weak bones, injured, and children in the tribe, and they can stew the soup."

"In addition to the stew, there are other ways to eat the original chicken. But this has to be waited for later, anyway, roasting is the most unpleasant way to eat!"

Mu Feng wanted to talk about modern local pot chicken, white chopped chicken, roasted chicken, etc. The problem is that he would not understand after a few people, and he would only waste his words to explain, so he simply won't talk about it.

But even the stew has subverted the cognition of several people.

The soup stewed in a big stone pot is already very strong, and the aroma is completely coming out.

Several people couldn't help drooling.

"Warchief, can you eat it now?" The wind on the side could no longer be restrained, holding the stone bowl and waiting for the chicken soup to be out of the pot.

"Not yet, wait!" Mu Feng smiled and put the tree flowers in, "wait for the mushrooms to ripen, it's all right!"

Mingguang, who was in charge of the barbecue, turned around and said, "The grilled fish and barbecue are also ready!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng motioned to several people to sit on the stone slab he had brought from outside, with a large stone slab in the center.

"What a mistake!" Mu Feng sighed inwardly, "I knew I would make a set of tables and chairs first!"

However, he didn't show it on his face, and he sent them a pair of black-skinned bamboo chopsticks that had just been cut off for a while, which once again drew a voice of confusion.

"What is this?" Lihu asked.

"This is chopsticks!" The corners of Baiya's mouth curled up, and Qiao's face was proud, "I did this with Brother Mufeng!"

"What is this for?"

"Use it for food!" Mu Feng smiled and said to a few people, "Give me the stone bowl, and I will serve you soup!"

"Ah? How can this work, Bai Fang!" Lihu hurriedly got up and held Mu Feng, "Sit down, Chief Chief!"

"Uh, okay!" Mu Feng had no choice but to sit down. "Each bowl contains a bit of bamboo shoots and tree flower mushrooms. As for the chicken, just take it out and put it here."

The white teeth do.

Soon, there were shepherd's purse, grilled fish, grilled lamb, raw chicken stewed, and chicken soup on the table.

Eight people, five dishes.

It is a modern and simple dish, but it is the most extravagant and luxurious meal after Mu Feng traveled through it.

It's just that everyone is holding a chopstick in one hand and looking at Mu Feng eagerly.

Because they found that besides roasted lamb and roasted fish, they didn't know how to eat the other three.

"Um..." Mu Feng was astonished, and quickly picked up a pair of chopsticks, said and demonstrated: "These are chopsticks, you can use them to hold vegetables!"

Speaking, Mufeng put the shepherd's purse in his mouth, the entrance is light, and the taste is really good.

Especially when compared with the smoky barbecue a few days ago, this is simply delicious!

Just such a simple action is difficult for others.

A few people could not hold the chopsticks or the dishes.

The most exaggerated thing is that Mingguang has always been so mature, and in desperation had to hold a chopstick in one hand, and forcefully clamp a bit of shepherd's purse and put it in his mouth.

After tasting shepherd's purse, several people showed surprise expressions on their faces, and then all laughed: "What is this, it tastes different from meat, it tastes so good!"

Bai Ya smiled playfully again: "I know, this is wild shepherd's purse. Brother Mufeng said that this is a kind of wild vegetables, and you can eat it too!"

All of them looked at White Fang in surprise, Lihu alone showed pride on his face.

Obviously, Mu Feng is close to Bai Fang, and his dad, naturally, feels light on his face.

"How about the soup while it's hot?" Mu Feng held up the stone jar and made another demonstration. "You can drink the soup first, and then eat the bamboo shoots and mushrooms in two bites!"

"Bamboo shoots, mushrooms?"

Without waiting for Mu Feng to explain, Shuo Feng on the side could no longer wait. He held up the stone bowl and drank it "gumbling".

Mu Feng was a little helpless, and wanted to talk on the spot.

But thinking that today’s theme is not this, it doesn’t matter.

Seeing that Shufeng gobbled it up, the others also took a sip of the soup.

So they looked at the stone bowl in their hands with their eyes wide open, and couldn't believe it.

"This is the chicken soup?" It was still not enough, "Can I have another bowl?"

"Although drink!" Mu Feng also sipped his stone bowl.

Frankly speaking, chicken, mushrooms, and bamboo shoots are really top ingredients. The taste of chicken soup is really nothing to say!

This chicken soup tastes better than the soup I drank in a modern five-star hotel!

The real disadvantage is that the stone bowl is too heavy!

Of course, these are not problems at all for the others.

In addition to the chicken soup, they immediately immersed themselves in the delicious bamboo shoots and mushrooms.

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