I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

The soap ointment became thicker and thicker, and the wood breeze extinguished the fire and poured it out, put it in a small jar until it became cool, and then turned into a square again.

"Unfortunately, there is no mold, otherwise it can be made into other shapes."

"System, hand in task!"

"Make soap and get 200 achievement points.

The current achievement point is: 1150 points! "

"Oh, I wanted to change more, but I didn't expect to spend 350 points on achievement, but less!" Mu Feng lamented.

Fortunately, 300 points are exchanged for long-term cooking, which is not a loss.

It's a pity that his current cooking skills are really "a place where heroes are useless"-all kinds of materials are insufficient!

"No! Now I have the cooking skills, so do the wild boars. I can't stop eating good food because of the lack of ingredients, otherwise I want this cooking to be useful!"

"It's been so hard for so many days, don't you have something to enjoy?"

But he looked at the whole cave, and couldn't help but feel grief: "Now the only comfort is the oil residue!"

He remembered that in order to save money and eat oil when he was a child, the family spent a few dollars to buy lard fat and fried it in a pot. The oil residue that was fried was called a fragrant.

The children are greedy and can't stand the smell of the oil residue, and hope that the adults will be in a good mood to "reward" the two pieces of oil residue.

He who got oily sludge was too little in his mouth, and he was very entangled in the two.

The greasy residue entered the mouth, crunchy and crisp, and the fragrance between the lips and teeth was full.

At that time, Mu Feng was hoping to fry the oil dregs by himself someday, and eat as much as he wanted.

Now, the wish has come true-not in the modern earth, but in the primitive society where we don't know where and when.

Fortunately, the crude surrounding conditions and the lack of food have more and more brought out the deliciousness of the oily residue.

Mufeng cleaned up the lard, and the hot stone jars began to refine.

Seeing the "slowly" smoke from the stone jar, it finally became hot. He couldn't help but spit out again: "This stone jar is too thick, too. After seeing it, I quickly think of a way to make some flimsy pottery." "

He still remembered that the task of making pottery seemed to be 300 o'clock.

The grease creaked in the stone jar, and a strong fragrance soon wafted out.

Mu Feng squatted in front of the jar, took a sharp breath, smelled the scent of oil residue very intoxicated, squinted his eyes and said contentedly: "That's the smell, it's so refreshing!"

He smelled the scent of oil residue for several times, then opened his eyes and turned the oil residue inside with his chopsticks, picked out a yellowed piece, and picked it out.

The oily residue that just came out of the pot was still "cracking" and steaming.

The wood wind blew, seeing the heat fade, and hurriedly put it in his mouth.

But the oil residue was still a bit hot. He pursed his mouth bald, and his tongue rolled back and forth. This was just enough to adapt to the heat of the oil residue and chewed hard.

"Fragrant!" Mu Feng couldn't help but praised.

At this moment, a pretty voice rang: "It smells so good, Brother Mufeng, what are you doing delicious?"

When Mu Feng turned his head, he saw Bai Ya standing at the entrance of the cave holding a jar of food, bringing him food.

"Oh, Bai Fang!" Mu Feng swallowed the oily scum, got up and said, "Come on, I have something delicious for you to taste!"

"It's delicious?" White Fang's eyes lit up and dimples appeared on his face. "What's delicious, it smells so good!"

"You'll know if you taste it!"

Speaking, Mu Feng picked another piece of oily scum that had become browned from the stone pot, turned and handed it to the white tooth.

White Fang stretched out his hand to continue.

Mu Feng hurriedly shouted: "Hot!"

White Fang was startled, and quickly picked up another pair of chopsticks and then blew a few breaths before putting it in his mouth.

"Ah, it smells good!" White Fang pursed her mouth baldly, while flapping her little hand around her mouth, obviously feeling hot, but because it was too fragrant, she couldn't bear to vomit it.

After a while, she was able to swallow the scum, and then she stuck her tongue out and said curiously, "Brother Mufeng, what is this, it smells so fragrant?"

"Lard residue!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "It's the fat from the pig's body..."

While talking, Lihu and Mingguang also came to the entrance of the cave: "Warchief, what are you eating, why is it so fragrant?"

"I'm going!" Mu Feng slandered, "Are you all from dogs? You smelled it!"

But he just thought about it this way, naturally he wouldn't take it seriously, but said with a smile: "Come on, come on, the oil residue from the fat of the wild boar is very fragrant!"

"Haha! We just wanted to taste it, thank you Chief!" The two were not welcome, and they came in and picked up the chopsticks and ate the grease.

As a result, Lihu didn't notice that the temperature of the oil residue was too high and burned his mouth.

Even so, he couldn't help vomiting when he ate the oil dregs for the first time, covering his mouth and yelling "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

"Daddy!" White Fang was a little helpless, frowning, stomping his feet, it was really cute.

Mu Feng's inspiration flashed, and he said with a smile: "Wait a moment, let you taste another delicious thing!"

"Ah, there is something delicious?" White Fang's eyes blinked and blinked like stars, full of expectation.

"Well, scrambled eggs!"

Speaking of Mu Feng, he directly picked up a clean stone pot, set it on the fire and started to heat it, and then scooped up a little bit of unsolidified lard and put it in it. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

There was a noise on the stone jar.

Mu Feng hurriedly ran out of the cave and picked up some wild onions, peeled and washed them, cut them into sections, and quickly put them in a stone pot.

He quickly grabbed it twice with his chopsticks, and in an instant the fragrance of lard and green onions filled the cave.

"This..." The white teeth were dumbfounded.

And here Mu Feng turned around and took a few eggs, broke them up, put them in a stone jar, and pulled them twice. The eggs solidified into blocks, and then he pinched a little salt and sprinkled them on it, and took a few chopsticks. , This is Sheng out.

A plate of scrambled eggs with lard and wild onions comes out of modern practice.

Bai Fang, Lihu and bright light, watching the yellow and fragrant scrambled eggs, swallowed one after another...

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