I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 187 – The Secret Not Passed Down
The three leaders of the Green Sparrow Tribe came out of the inner cave. Each was enveloped in a profound joy, leading many to secretly speculate what good fortune would befall their tribe.
Their speculations quickly vanished when Han Cheng, the chief chef, and the Divine Child, announced what they had discussed in the secret chamber to the crowd. Divine Child declared that he would personally prepare delicious food to share with everyone.
For the primitive people, who were true foodies, there was nothing more exciting than eating. Even clothing, housing, and humming primitive tunes had to take a backseat to eat.
“Produced by the Divine Child, it must be a masterpiece.” This had long become the consensus of all the people in the Green Sparrow Tribe. Even the three-year-old primitive children knew.
Previously, they had watched people from the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe feasting with envy, and now, upon hearing the Divine Child’s announcement, how could they not be excited? The entire tribe instantly boiled with excitement!
Han Cheng, Shaman, and the Eldest Senior Brother looked at the lively scene and couldn’t help but laugh heartily.
As per Han Cheng’s instructions, his spouse had already washed and salted three strings of sheep intestines. She knew that the Divine Child liked cleanliness, so each string of intestines had been scrubbed several times, showing her earnestness.
Recalling the days when food was scarce in the tribe and how they roast the intestines without washing them, she smiled and shook her head.
Looking at the abundance of food and the smiling faces of the people, and finally focusing on the Divine Child who was instructing people to clean the large vat, her smile grew even broader.
Those days were long gone!
The three strings of intestines, thoroughly scrubbed and kneaded, were thrown directly into the large vat without being cut.
A large sheep skeleton with plenty of meat on it was broken into pieces by stone knives and axes and also thrown into the vat.
Then, two sets of sheep offal and half a sheep’s head were added. Without adding any water, these items alone nearly filled half the vat!
Several jars of clear water were poured into the vat, submerging the meat. The heavy lid was placed on top of the vat, and the fire, tended by Fire One, had already been lit.
The flames burned vigorously, and with his less-than-perfect teeth, Fire One blew continuously on the fire.
Fortunately, Fire One didn’t wear dentures. Otherwise, Han Cheng was worried that Fire One might accidentally blow out his dentures while blowing on the fire…
Tie Tou returned, panting, dragging two large branches of pine needles that had just been broken off.
Han Cheng sniffed, realizing that the primitive way of doing things was rough and bold. He had only asked for a small piece of pine branch, but Tie Tou had brought back so much.
Han Cheng nodded towards Tie Tou, who was grinning foolishly at him. He reached out and forcefully broke off two pieces of pine branches, not the kind with pine needles, and washed them with clean water. Then, he opened the lid of the large vat and threw it into the soup, which continued to simmer.
Han Cheng’s colleague, Li Lin, in the former’s previous life, was the guy who had to accompany his wife on Valentine’s Day instead of executing the mission with Han Cheng. He is the shameless guy from the Northwest.
According to him, his family had been running a lamb soup restaurant since his great-grandfather’s generation, and their lamb soup was a local specialty.
It’s unclear whether Han Cheng knew that his family had been operating a lamb soup restaurant since his great-grandfather’s generation, but what’s for sure is that this guy’s lamb soup tasted really good.
If he weren’t single and didn’t love eating so much, he wouldn’t have been swayed by this guy’s promise of three meals of lamb soup. He wouldn’t have agreed to it and gone alone to find that reckless foreign friend, and he wouldn’t have become such a tragic person who crossed over…
Thinking about this, Han Cheng felt a pang of bitterness and tears.
Putting pine branches in the lamb soup was the secret that Li Lin had inadvertently revealed to Han Cheng, who got drunk.
He had tried to cook a few times before, following Li Lin’s advice and adding pine branches to the soup, and indeed, the taste was greatly enhanced. But compared to what that guy Li Lin cooked, it was still far inferior…
A row of clean pottery bowls was placed beside the large vat as backups.
Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, the Divine Child, standing on a wooden stump, finally announced that the soup was ready.
Everyone was excited, with anticipation, waiting to take turns to get the soup.
However, what puzzled everyone was that the Divine Child didn’t scoop the soup directly into bowls as before. Instead, he had a few people fish out the large pieces of cooked lamb, offal, and intestines from the vat and place them on a tightly woven wooden rack that had been cleaned earlier.
Then, he had people use stone and bone knives to cut these cooked meats while they were still hot.
As a few people were cutting these meats, Han Cheng picked up a pottery basin filled with the cut meat and placed several large pieces of lamb, a few pieces of offal, and some segments of intestines into each bowl one by one.
After placing the meat, he picked up another pottery basin containing chopped wild onions and sprinkled some onto each meat bowl.
As he sprinkled the onions, Han Cheng’s heart twitched. To make the vat of soup as good as possible, he had directly used up more than half of the scarce wild onions…
After sprinkling the onions, he took a small jar of salt and, holding a pottery spoon in one hand, sprinkled salt into each bowl.
Han Cheng scooped up a ladleful of the boiling, creamy white lamb soup from the vat and poured it into each bowl.
The steaming lamb soup met the onions, lamb meat, offal, and intestines, immediately releasing a tantalizing aroma.
The white soup, the slightly red meat, complemented by the green onions, not to mention how it tasted. Just looking at it made people hungry.
“Gulp.”
“Gulp!”
As they smelled the fragrance and looked at the delicious food, everyone in the Green Sparrow Tribe, including the Divine Child and Shaman, couldn’t help but swallow…
“Ah~”
The Eldest senior brother held up his empty bowl and exhaled, feeling completely comfortable.
He thought the fish soup and meat soup with salt were already delicious. Today, drinking the lamb soup personally made by the Divine Child, he realized how shallow his previous understanding had been.
The second senior brother vigorously gnawed on a bone with lamb meat in one hand, juices flowing everywhere…
A delicious lamb soup feast made the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe feel like they were floating on air, feeling that happiness was both real and illusory…
“Someone! Someone!”
When people are comfortable and happy, a stick is always in the mud.
The shouts of the guards outside and the banging of the drums pulled the Green Sparrow Tribe back to reality as they were still savoring the aftertaste.
Instantly alert, they filed out, not knowing who was coming.
Looking at the crowd outside the tribe’s gates, Han Cheng suddenly felt the urge to facepalm. These guys had just left not long ago. Why were they back again?
When did primitive people become so troublesome?