Primitive Tribe Adventure

"Yun, what do you serve?"

Lei, who was cleaning the ingredients, saw Fengyun walk out of the kitchen, and immediately stood up and walked towards him.

"Hot pot soup."

"Hot pot soup? What is it?"

Lei showed a puzzled expression.

"You can wash things up. The meat, mushrooms and wild vegetables I asked you to wash can be washed and eaten."

"Yun, are you kidding? Is this really edible?"

He pinched his nose and took two steps back.

At this time, Lei had already seen what Feng Yun was holding.

The pot was half of the red liquid, tumbling, emitting a strong smell, he was very familiar with it, it was the horrible smell that choked him out of the kitchen not long ago.

He couldn't believe that something with such a terrible taste could be eaten.

"Of course you can eat it, and it's very delicious."

Feng Yun seemed to see Lei's concerns.

"If you don't dare to eat, look at me to eat first. I will never poison myself to death."

While talking, Feng Yun had already put the hot pot on the stone table.

He walked out of the room, sliced ​​the meat that Lei had washed, stacked them on the plate, put the mushrooms and wild vegetables in pots, and brought them into the room.

He sat down at the table and put some pieces of meat into the pot first. In the boiling hot soup, the pieces of meat soon cooked.

I picked up the meat slices with chopsticks, blew it, cooled it slightly, and put it in my mouth.

"Um... delicious, delicious..."

Feng Yun showed an expression of enjoyment, leaned out his chopsticks, and took out a piece of meat from the pot, and couldn't wait to put it in his mouth, saving even the air to cool down.

In all fairness, the taste of the hot pot soup made by Fengyun is indeed worse than the hot pot he has eaten. The ingredients are still less, but the taste is quite good.

Because he added some spices that were not available in the previous life, it seemed to have a special flavor.

More importantly, he tasted a familiar taste again, which contained his beautiful memories.

"Yun, is it really edible?"

Seeing Fengyun eating happily, Lei finally couldn't hold back.

"What do you mean?"

"Then I will try it too."

Lei tentatively picked out a piece of meat from the hot pot. The spicy smell of the meat made him frown, but he finally put the meat into his mouth.

"Water, water... my mouth is on fire."

Lei screamed, rushed outside, threw himself in front of the bucket, and directly picked it up, gulping into his stomach.

After a while, Lei returned to the table.

"Yun, I really admire you. With such a burner, you are eating with gusto. I don't know what to say about you."

Lei's eyes towards Fengyun were full of complex emotions.

"Brother Lei, you are wrong. The spicy taste seems hard to accept, but once you get used to it, you will think about it. If you don't eat it for a while, your whole body will feel uncomfortable."

While talking, Fengyun picked the mushrooms and wild vegetables out of the pot, put them in the mouth, and nodded while eating, enjoying it very much.

Gulugulu...

I don't know if it was because Fengyun ate too fragrantly, which aroused Lei's appetite, or because he was really hungry, his stomach began to scream.

After hesitating for a while, Lei finally sat down at the table, raised his chopsticks and leaned into the pot, revealing a trace of tragic and solemnity on his face.

Feng Yun couldn't help shook his head.

But he didn't mean to laugh at Lei. For someone like him who had never eaten spicy, the taste of spicy was not very acceptable at first.

Feng Yun stood up, walked outside, picked up a pottery bowl and filled it with water.

"Brother Lei, if you are too spicy, you can rinse it in the water before you eat it. The spicy taste will decrease a lot."

Feng Yun put the pottery bowl by Lei's hand.

"This method is good."

When Lei's eyes lit up, he picked up a piece of meat from the pot and put it in the water to rinse it.

As if to remove the spiciness as much as possible, Lei rinsed the meat slices in clear water.

"Enough. After being rinsed for a long time, there is no taste and it is not tasty."

Feng Yun some can't stand it anymore.

Lei put the meat slices into his mouth. This time, even though he still stuck out his tongue, he didn't drink any more water.

After a while, he raised his chopsticks again, and the power of hunger began to appear.

Feng Yun had to admit that Lei's adaptability was quite strong.

After being rinsed in clear water a few times, he began to put the food in the hot pot directly into his mouth, apparently he had adapted to the spiciness.

Of course, it is also possible that his mouth and tongue are numb.

"Yun, I have to admit that hot pot is really delicious and very convenient. Just prepare the ingredients and put what you want to eat directly. It saves more trouble than cooking. You can think of such a kind of eating. The way is really amazing."

Lei, who began to appreciate the beauty of hot pot, praised Fengyun.

Nonsense, if hot pot is not unique, how can it be popular across the country?

"It's delicious, just eat more."

Feng Yun stood up, walked into the storage room, took out a large piece of meat, cut it into thin slices, and brought it in.

Compared with vegetables, Lei obviously prefers meat. There are a lot of mushrooms and wild vegetables on the table, but the meat slices on the plate have bottomed out.

The two of them were sweating profusely, but the chopsticks did not stop. They held the chopsticks high, you came and I went, eating happily and heartily.

At the end of the meal, Fengyun had to sit upright and had a problem with his body. As a last resort, he had to use the swallow to transport part of it, but Lei was not so lucky, and could only stay in place and wait to digest.

Feng Yun leaned against the wall, squinting his eyes, enjoying the laziness of being satisfied after eating, and a knock on the door awakened him.

He turned his head and looked at the door, and found that it was a small boy who was knocking on the door, very thin.

"Bamboo, are you okay?"

The child who knocked on the door was the bamboo who accepted Fengyun’s entrustment to keep the earthenware pot timer.

"Witch, let me inform you, come to him."

"Wu has something to do with me?"

Feng Yun glanced at Lei, and Lei shook his head in return. Obviously he didn't know why Wu was looking for Feng Yun.

"Bamboo, do you know why the witch is looking for me?"

"I don't know. Wu didn't tell me, but I have a guess."

"Oh, what's the guess? Speak it out and listen. Don't worry about making a mistake, no one will blame you."

In order for Zhu to speak out his conjecture, Fengyun encouraged him.

"Wu asked me when I was in the past and asked some questions about the game, and then he asked me to notify you. I guess Wu called you to go over, it is probably related to the game."

"Bamboo, you are very smart. I just thought of it."

"Compared with you, I am still a lot worse."

Fengyun looked back at Lei and said, "Brother Lei, you clean up, I'm going to see the witch."

"Go ahead. I'll clean up. Oh, by the way, what about the hot pot soup?"

"Keep it, you can use it again."

Because of the relationship between Fengyun and the witch, everyone in the tribe knew about it, and it was not the first time that he had come. The janitor just nodded to him and did not stop him.

Entering the room, Feng Yun found that Wu was holding a brush and painting on a piece of paper.

He made the ink, and shortly after he made the pen, Wu discovered their use by chance and asked him about the method of making it.

After a short time, he imitated it.

He also obtained the paper he used from him.

Feng Yun was not as cautious as Zhu, and walked straight to Wu, standing beside him to see what he was drawing.

He saw some villains with extremely simple lines on the paper, either gathered together, separated, or chased each other... it seemed very vivid.

After watching it for a while, he already knew what Wu was painting.

He was actually drawing the little game he taught the children.

He recorded three mini-games by drawing and described the rules of the game.

After finishing the painting of the last villain, Witch put the brush and blew on the ink on the paper again, then raised his head and looked towards Fengyun, revealing a magnetic gentle smile: "Cloud, are you here?"

"I don't know why the witch called me here?"

"I heard what Zhu said. You taught the children some small games, which are very good. You can help them and make it easier for them to become good hunters and fighters after they awaken."

"I just like cranky thinking."

Fengyun used the same reason to deal with witches.

"I don't think so. Although these small games are simple, each one reveals ingenuity. Without a good brain, you can't think of it."

Wu is obviously not so foolish.

"Witch, I..."

"Don't rush to refute. Listen to me. If these little games are really out of imagination, so many people in the tribe, even when I'm fine, will think about it, why didn't anyone come up with it?"

Wu took a deep look at Fengyun, and said meaningfully: "Yun, you are so careful with the tribe, very good, I thank you."

"Oh?"

Feng Yun was stunned for a moment, but he immediately understood what Wu said.

He obviously thinks that these little games are specially prepared for the children, so that they can thrive.

Fengyun is secretly funny.

If Wu learns that he will give the kids mini games to distract them and stop bothering him, he doesn't know what he thinks.

Of course, he wouldn't take the initiative to tell Wu, he wouldn't do this kind of uncomfortable stupid thing.

"Yun, I am looking for you this time because I am asking you."

"Wu, you are too polite. If you ask for anything, you can just give it to you."

"It's very rare for you to think so for the tribe, very good."

Wu admired Fengyun even more.

"Witch, do you still ask me to do something?"

Feng Yun couldn't resist Wu Wu's eyes full of admiration.

"That's it. The mini games you teach children are indeed very good, but the number is too small. You should know that children like new things. After playing a thing for a long time, they will lose interest and don't want to play. Up."

Wu paused for a while, and then said: "I want you to come up with some more mini games. Don't worry, I will never treat you badly. Every time you come up with a mini game, I will give you a reward. The beast, a medium savage beast, half a big savage beast, you choose."

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