I am the chief of a primitive tribe

The soap paste became thicker and thicker. Mu Feng turned off the fire and scooped it out. He put it in a small jar and waited for it to cool down, then rolled it into a square.

"It's a pity that there is no mold, otherwise it can be made into other shapes."

"System, hand in the task!"

"Make soap and get 200 achievement points.

The current achievement points are: 1150 points!"

"Alas, I wanted to get more, but I didn't expect to spend 350 achievement points and get less!" Mu Feng lamented.

Fortunately, 300 points are exchanged for long-term cooking skills, so it's not a loss.

Unfortunately, his current cooking skills are really "a hero without a place to use his skills" - there are not enough materials!

"No! Now I have cooking skills and wild boars. I can't stop eating good food just because I don't have the ingredients. Otherwise, what's the point of my cooking skills!"

"I've worked so hard for so many days, and I don't want to let people enjoy themselves?"

But he looked at the whole cave and couldn't help but feel angry: "The only comfort now is the oil residue!"

He remembered that when he was a child, his family spent a few dollars to buy lard and fried it in a pan to save money on oil. The fried oil residue was so fragrant.

The child was greedy and couldn't stand the smell of oil residue. He hoped that the adults would be in a good mood to "reward" him with two pieces of oil residue.

He felt that one piece of oil residue was too little, but he couldn't bear to eat two pieces. He was very entangled.

The oil residue was crispy and full of fragrance between the lips and teeth.

At that time, Mu Feng hoped that he could fry oil residue by himself one day and eat as much as he wanted.

Now, his wish has come true-not on the modern earth, but in this primitive society where no one knows where and when.

Fortunately, the simple surrounding conditions and the scarcity of food made the oil residue more delicious.

Mu Feng cleaned the pig fat, heated the stone pot and began to refine the oil.

Watching the stone pot "slowly" smoke and finally get hot, he couldn't help but complain again: "This stone pot is too thick, I have to think of a way to make some thin pottery."

He still remembered that the task of making pottery seemed to be 300 points.

The oil "sizzled" in the stone pot, and soon a strong and extremely fragrant aroma wafted out.

Mu Feng squatted in front of the pot, took a deep breath, smelled the aroma of the oil residue very intoxicatedly, squinted his eyes and said with satisfaction: "This is the smell, very refreshing!"

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

The oil residue just out of the pot was still "sizzling" and steaming.

Mu Feng blew on it, and seeing the heat fade, he quickly put it in his mouth.

But the oil residue was still a little hot, so he pursed his lips and rolled his tongue back and forth, and then he just got used to the heat of the oil residue and chewed it vigorously.

"It smells good!" Mu Feng couldn't help but praise.

At this moment, a cute voice rang out: "It smells so good, brother Mu Feng, what delicious food are you making?"

Mu Feng turned around and saw Bai Ya standing at the entrance of the cave with a jar of food, bringing him food.

"Oh, Bai Ya!" Mu Feng swallowed the oil residue in one gulp, stood up and said, "Come on, come on, there's something delicious for you to try!"

"Delicious?" Bai Ya's eyes lit up, and a dimple appeared on his face. "What delicious food is it, so fragrant!"

"You'll know if you try it!"

Mu Feng took another piece of the browned oil residue from the stone jar and turned to hand it to Bai Ya.

Bai Ya reached out to take it.

Mu Feng shouted: "It's hot!"

Bai Ya was startled and quickly picked up another pair of chopsticks to take it. He also blew a few times before putting it in his mouth.

"Ah, it smells so good!" Bai Ya pursed his lips and fanned his mouth with his little hands. He obviously felt it was hot, but he couldn't bear to spit it out because it smelled so good.

After a while, she managed to swallow the fat residue, and then she stuck out her tongue and asked curiously: "Brother Mufeng, what is this, so fragrant?"

"Lard residue!" Mufeng said with a smile, "It's the fat fried from the pig..."

As they were talking, Lihu and Mingguang also came to the cave entrance: "Chief, what are you eating, why is it so fragrant?"

"Oh my god!" Mufeng complained, "Are you all born in the Year of the Dog? You actually came here by smelling the smell!"

But he was just thinking about it, and naturally didn't take it seriously, but smiled and said: "Come on, come on, the fat residue fried from the fat of the wild boar is very fragrant!"

"Haha! We just want to try it, thank you, Chief!" The two of them were not polite, and really came in and picked up the chopsticks to eat the fat residue.

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

Even so, he couldn't help vomiting when he ate the fat residue for the first time, covering his mouth and screaming "Woo ah ah", which was very funny.

"Dad!"Bai Ya was somewhat helpless, frowned slightly, stamped her feet, and looked very cute.

Mu Feng suddenly had an idea and said with a smile: "Wait a moment, I'll let you try another delicious food!"

"Ah, there is another delicious food?" Bai Ya's eyes blinked like stars, full of anticipation.

"Well, scrambled eggs! "

Mu Feng picked up a clean stone pot, put it on the fire and started to heat it, then scooped a little lard that had not yet solidified and put it in.

The stone pot made a "sizzling" sound.

Mu Feng hurriedly ran outside the cave to pick up a lot of wild onions, peeled and washed them, cut them into sections, and quickly put them in the stone pot.

He quickly used chopsticks to stir it twice, and in an instant, the aroma of lard and onion filled the entire cave.

"This..." Bai Ya and the other two were stunned.

Mu Feng turned around and took a few eggs, broke them and put them in the stone pot, and stirred them twice. The eggs solidified into lumps, then he pinched a little salt and sprinkled it in, and swished the chopsticks a few more times before serving it out.

A plate of lard and wild onion scrambled eggs from modern methods came out of the pot.

Bai Ya, Li Hu and Ming Guang looked at the yellow and fragrant scrambled eggs and swallowed their saliva...