Prehistoric Woman Age

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    Two clear and round silver moons hang in the dark blue sky, and the jewel-like stars appear much dimmer than other seasons. It is rare that tonight is a windless night. The Atayal tribe has more than twice as many men, women and children, sitting around the open space in front of the cave, with beaming smiles on their faces.

    The fire was burning and the wood was crackling. In the large pottery pot on the fire, the water vapor rose, and an indescribable fragrance gradually spread out. This unparalleled fresh aroma is completely different from the aroma of stewed meat in other pots. Although light, it is very attractive.

    The clansmen over there holding bamboo bowls or earthenware pots, throwing off their cheeks and eating bamboo shoots stewed meat, sniffed involuntarily when they smelled this fragrance!

    Da'er led a few little guys to hug him, his cheeks were bulging, but he looked at the pot in front of An'er with a greedy expression. Darl shrugged his nose like a puppy who smelled meat and bones, and asked intoxicated: "Ann, what are you cooking! It's delicious!"

    "Yes, yes! I thought the stewed pork with winter bamboo shoots was fragrant enough, but I didn't expect you to open the clay pot and cover everything! An'er, An'er Son, what are you cooking!" Xiaoxue and Kongkong's eyes stared at the white soup that was sprouting upwards in the clay pot, and asked droolingly.

    A Tu, Li and Xiaohu also came over with a sullen face and a bowl, ready to take the lead in Yipin An'er's craftsmanship.

    Looking at the anxious little faces of monkeys, An'er couldn't help laughing: "This is Sanxian soup, which is stewed with winter bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms and bamboo rat."

    She stirred the soup lightly, and cut thin winter bamboo shoots, white as jade, exuding the fragrance of yòu people. She stewed three fresh soups and chose the most nèn bamboo shoots. The bamboo rat was also cut into strips, which contrasted with the snow-white bamboo shoots. There are also mushrooms that look like small flowers, floating up and down in the clay pot, adding a lot of beauty to the snow-white bone soup.

    "Wow! It's so beautiful! It's a pleasure to watch if you don't eat it!"

      The fragrance that penetrates into the depths of the human spirit. Da'er and Xiao Xue'er, the little guys, drooled so much that they forgot to eat the bamboo shoots and meat in their bowls.

    An'er hurriedly knocked on the pottery pot and said to a few small ones, "Quickly clean up the bowls and try the delicious Sanxian soup!"

    A Tu opened his mouth wide and smashed the braised bamboo rat meat from his pottery bowl into his mouth. The pottery bowl was stretched out towards An'er, his mouth full of food, he said vaguely: "I'm choking, let's get some soup."

    Lao Mo could not laugh or cry, how could his son be so playful, and who did he follow? An'er filled A Tu with the wooden spoon in her hand.

    The guy didn't care about the heat, so he took a big sip. The heat of the opened Sanxian soup can be imagined. Ah Tu was so hot that he screamed, but he was reluctant to spit out the soup in his mouth. Like a fish out of water, he took a big mouthful of cool air, and when the soup in his mouth cooled down, he took a closer look, immediately widened his eyes, and couldn't wait to take a second sip. The tragedy repeated itself, and his cry attracted the laughter of the children.

    "What are you laughing at! If you drink soup, you will be like me! It's so fresh! I've never tasted such fresh soup! It's not the taste of meat, it's a... say no A refreshing taste!" Ah Tu blew the soup bowl in his hand, put his mouth up, and snorted and drank.

    "An'er, I want it too, I want it too!" Seeing this, the children couldn't help holding the bowl in front of An'er and looked at her eagerly. With a smile at the corner of her mouth, she poured soup for the children one by one, and together with Lao Mo, who had been hanging around for a long time and was embarrassed to fight with the children, also filled a full bowl.

    The children found a place to sit around, bowed their heads and drank the soup intently, full of praise as they drank. The taste of the soup is so delicious, they only care about drinking the soup, and they don't even care about eating the three fresh foods in it!

    The big witch with a wrinkled face was also attracted to his attention. He looked at the children's reactions and felt a little strange in his heart - why did he only focus on drinking soup, not even the meat in the bowl? He handed the bowl to his granddaughter and pouted in An'er's direction.

    When he drank the delicious Sanxian soup, he finally understood everyone's feelings. The bamboo rat is soft and smooth, and the fragrance is fragrant. The bamboo shoots are crisp and refreshing, soaked in the fragrance of the bamboo rat. The two complement each other, yet complement each other. The taste of shiitake mushrooms is intertwined with the first two, and the essence penetrates into the soup, creating a delicious soup that is rare in the sky!

    After tasting the soup carefully, Da Wu took a bamboo shoot from it, put it into his mouth tentatively, and chewed it gently. His expression was very wonderful. After the white jade-like bamboo shoots entered, he did not move for a long time, as if he had been immobilized by Sun Wukong. After a long while, as if he was facing his beloved treasure, he put the three fresh food inside into his mouth piece by piece, chewing it carefully, as if eating faster, it was a blasphemy to the food.

    Unconsciously, the soup bowl in his hand had bottomed out. The big witch smacked his mouth still, looking at the eyes of the pottery pot in An'er's hand, full of green light. An'er noticed his sight, and showed him the empty pottery, saying "no more". Da Wu reluctantly put down the bowl, and today he truly realized the true state of food!

    The soup bowls in the children's hands were also empty, and they looked at An'er eagerly. An'er can be described as crying without tears. She was busy herself for a long time, and she didn't even taste the hair of Sanxiantang. It was all cheap for these little wolf cubs. She said unbalanced in her heart: "No, no!"

      Boil some, no one will **** him by then, he can drink as much as he likes!

    An Er was defeated in the eyes of the children, and led a group of little children to the fire, and found where the great witch was sitting, and the application stared at the quilt with great concentration. "Muds" grilled on the fire.

    The little kids remembered the mud that they had long forgotten. The children sat in rows, staring at the mud on the fire.

    Not long after, a strange fragrance gradually came out. The crowd that had been noisy suddenly quieted down.

    "Why is it so fragrant?" Assan sniffed sharply, strode to the fire leaning against the mud, sniffing left, sniffing right, like a fine hunting dog, trying to find Find out the source of this tangy aroma. Obviously, as a native, he has achieved nothing in such a short period of time.

    "An'er, are you ready? Are you ready to eat??"

    An'er looked at the mud block above and nodded slowly: "It's almost there, it's time to put out the fire!"

    The children pulled out the firewood under the mud block and poked hard in the ashes, and soon the fire that was burning vigorously turned into a black firewood with only dark fire.

      He peeled the mud block bit by bit with his hands, and found the snow-white bamboo shoots inside...

    An'er wrapped one in animal skin and threw it **** the ground, the thick mud shattered. The children watched it interestingly, and they took out a piece of mud without fear of being hot, imitating An'er's appearance, and fell happily on the ground.

    Sometimes, eating is not the ultimate goal, the process is the most important! This dish has not yet entered the mouth, but it has already entertained the children and grabbed their attention!

    As the mud block outside cracked, a strong and tangy atmosphere suddenly erupted! Among all kinds of cooking methods such as frying, steaming, roasting, boiling, etc., roasting is the most likely to produce a strong aroma. And the most fragrant is the roast that is sealed with mud. The clay used by An'er can heat in and out but not out, so during the whole roasting process, the heat travels back and forth in it, which is somewhat similar to the effect of the pressure cooker before An'er travels. However, the effect achieved is better.

    Suddenly, the entire village was filled with this strong and explosive fragrance. The men, women and children of the tribe all took deep breaths, and their faces showed coveted look.

    An'er picked up the one she fell and peeled off the layer of bamboo shoots that was close to the clay. The fragrance became stronger and stronger. Everyone imitated An'er's movements, peeled off the bamboo shoots, and released the white bamboo shoots. Take a deep sniff and take a light bite...

    The strong aroma of bamboo rat meat has penetrated into the winter bamboo shoots, and the fresh fragrance of bamboo shoots has also been integrated into the bamboo rat meat. The flavors of the two are blended together, and then they are roasted and dried by fire little by little, and the flavor has reached its peak. In terms of taste, soft and tough, tough and soft, neither dry nor wet, neither sticky nor greasy, one bite down, I can't wait to swallow my tongue.

    An'er was deeply intoxicated as she recalled the lingering taste in her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she was startled by what she saw - where did a group of evil spirits come from? !

    There is, gladly... In front of the cave, except for the sound of chewing and the occasional crackling of the fire, there was silence.

    After a long time, the men, women and children of the Atayal tribe still deeply reminisce about this night. An'er brought them into the hall of delicacies and let them truly appreciate what the supreme delicacy is. Even when they are old, lying on the bamboo chairs, telling his grandchildren about this unforgettable dinner, the rich and strange fragrance seems to be lingering on the tip of the nose for a long time, returning to the heart... RS! .