Prehistoric Woman Age

    Thanks to Shangcheng Baby's pink and beer870825 for the tip.

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    The people of the Lyme tribe sat beamingly beside the piles of bonfires, each with a football-sized piece of meat skewered on a branch, and they kept roasting. Under the light of the fire, the thin faces were filled with smiles from the heart.

    The aroma of meat gradually overflowed from the meat in the hand. The members of the Lyme tribe were chatting and laughing softly with each other, but their eyes were always on the pieces of meat they were roasting, and they kept smacking their mouths. The cheerful Lyle laughed especially loudly: "It's been a long time since I've been given such a big piece of meat, Lemon, you don't cut it, when will such a big piece of meat be cooked? Look how smart I am, using stone Cut the block into small pieces, it's not all half-cooked... If there is salt, that's even better!"

     Relatively tall, about thirty years old, Lemon, who was also skinny and skinny, carefully tore off a piece of eight-ripe meat from the outer layer of the meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed and chewed carefully for a long time. I was willing to swallow slowly.

    Lyle glared at him and snorted loudly: "Well, you sly old Mengzi, trying to trick me into eating meat, no way!"

    An'er wrapped the wontons and wrapped the rest of the meat stuffing into steamed dumplings, which were reserved for frying and frying the next day. Hearing Lyle's voice, she said to an Atayal warrior not far away: "Go and pour some of the salt we brought into the clay pot. Send it to them."

    Sit beside her, always quiet, little Lacey, who occasionally coughed a few times, glanced at Lyle embarrassedly. She said timidly: "No need, you must not bring much salt when you go out. We are used to eating barbecued meat without seasoning..."

    Yingxue's feet were not swollen yet, An'er didn't let her get up, she only helped with some simple chores, Wen Yan smiled at the little girl, and said, "It's okay, we will bring The salt is enough. If you don’t eat salt for a long time, you will feel tired. You have to rush to the Atayal tribe tomorrow!”

    The Atayal warrior. Put the salt in the white flowers. He poured it into an open pottery pot and walked towards the pile of people who were roasting meat in the Lime tribe. In the beginning, the people of the Lyme tribe. Some were embarrassed to squeeze the salt. They all saw that this was the sea salt produced by the ocean tribe, and it was very precious to them in the inland tribe.

    Lyle was thicker-skinned, looked at the meat skewers in his hand, and looked at the salt not far away, and called out to Ryan, who was busy helping the Atayal warriors not far away : "Patriarch, say something! Can we eat these salts?"

    Lane thought about it. Finally nodded and said: "Since the goddess has given us a reward, let's eat it. Remember to work hard in the future to repay the kindness of the goddess and Ataya!"

    Lyle cheered, a cheerful smile bloomed on the young face, and said loudly: "Patriarch, don't worry! I, Lyle, have never been lazy in my work, and we warriors of Lyme are not ungrateful. of!"

     Aiming at the bones of the cow and smashing it down.

    Seeing that the ox shank was easily cut into two pieces, but the axe was not damaged in the slightest, I couldn't help sighing inwardly at the sharpness of the bronze axe. The Atayal tribes even use sharp axes for cooking, not to mention the weapons in their hands. Isn't it said that Ataya is a tribe with artifacts in hand? I don't know who is more powerful than Zhuoha's bow and arrow?

    Lyle carefully put some salt on his meat skewers, sprinkled some salt, and squeezed a little more for Lemon, smiled: "Patriarch, don't worry! I'm afraid of eating too much salt at night. No water to drink!"

    The Lyme people let out a cheerful laugh. With the shameless leader of Lyle, the other clansmen gradually came to the salt pot and lined up to put salt on their barbecue. After more than half a year, they finally ate the salty meat skewers again, and their hearts were both happy and sour.

    When the meat skewers in the hands of the Lime people were about to be cooked, the rice in the bronze pot started to smell. There is also stewed beef stew with potatoes, which can also be cooked.

    The warriors of the Atayal tribe, holding their own bowls and chopsticks in their hands, gathered around to make meals and serve dishes. The bowls in their hands are all bronze bowls that look like small basins. They are not easy to break when they go out. The bowls are big, with rice on the bottom and vegetables on the top. No need to install a second time.

    Lyle nibbled at the fragrant meat skewers in his hands, and when he looked up, he saw the white rice in Ah Sang's hands, he sniffed hard, and said to himself: "White rice! Ordinary warriors of Atayal, All I eat is white rice! When will I be able to eat all-you-can-eat white rice and eat whatever I want..."

    Lemon beside him heard his almost murmured words, his gnawing action paused, a smile appeared on his thin face, and he said, "Yes! There will be good days! "

    The conversation between the patriarch and the goddess, they all heard. Tomorrow, the patriarch will take them to join Taiya. There, they can live in red brick houses, sleep on the heated bed in the cold winter, and eat two full meals a day... He just heard from the Atayal warriors that if they are doing well, they will be in labor or hunting. Those who make outstanding contributions will also be rewarded with food or animal skins! He is full of vision and confidence for the life to come.

    The porridge cooked for the Lime people is cooked several times. The rice has not bloomed just after the pot is placed. An'er gave Lacey half a bowl of the soup boiled with beef bones and the noodles. The dough is under the wonton skin that An'er rolled, and it is almost transparent. There is a poached egg in the dough, and there are a few green vegetable leaves floating on it, which looks very attractive.

    "Is this... made for me?" Lacey put her nose up and sniffed lightly. The bowl is carved from wood, it is not big, but it is very delicate. Xiao Nianya, seeing that the small wooden bowl she used for her usual purpose was used by a strange sister, she shouted angrily and waved her chubby little hand. protest.

    Lacey held the bowl, looked down at the little man who was crawling towards him quickly, grabbed his arm and stood up tremblingly, trying to catch the hot soup bowl . Somewhat overwhelmed, he raised the bowl a little higher, for fear of burning the jade-like little girl, and whispered, "God... Lord Goddess, is she... hungry and want to eat this?"

    An'er knew her daughter's domineering temperament, so she hurriedly took another wooden bowl that was exactly the same, filled it with some beef-stuffed wontons, carried Xiao Nianya over, and said helplessly: "This bowl is the The one you use often, that one will be used by Sister Lacey in the future, don't rob it! Come on. Mommy feeds you wontons."

    There. Xiao Siruo had already climbed up to Sister Xiaoxue's side. Sit obediently, mouth open, like a bird waiting for a mother bird to feed. Big amber eyes twitched. A cold wonton was stuffed into his mouth. He chewed it gently with the eight small teeth in front of him. He was immediately overwhelmed by the taste of the beef wonton, and his eyes became crooked crescents with a smile. .

    When the two children are eating, they are very well-behaved, especially when they eat their favorite food, the expression is not to mention too focused.

    The children just had a few bites of sweet potatoes and seven or eight wontons. After drinking some soup and playing for less than a quarter of an hour, I lay on the scout and fell asleep. An'er hugged the two little guys tightly in the cave and covered them with an animal skin blanket before returning to the fire to eat fragrant beef ravioli.

    Ying Ye finished the meal and came to sit beside her. An'er fed him a wonton and asked him, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

    "Delicious! Can my wife make something delicious?" Yingye usually looks cold and cold, but in front of An'er, he is a good man who is not stingy with sweet words. He had read the romance novels compiled by An Er, and he was very fond of the title "wife". Whenever he found an opportunity, he kept calling him "wife, wife".

    He wrote: "You eat my wontons, and I have to eat a piece of your potato, so it's only fair!"

    "If you want to eat my wife, all the potatoes in my bowl are yours." Yingye pushed his rice bowl over.

    An'er looked at the small bowl of rice and made a thankful expression: "How can I finish eating so much... You are my rice bucket!"

    As soon as she said the words, she realized that she seemed to have said the wrong thing. Yingye and the clansmen went out and ate in such a large basin, didn't he scold them as rice buckets?

    I glanced at Yingye carefully, and seeing that he didn't seem to realize his "slip of the tongue", he stuck out his tongue and stuffed wontons into his mouth, hiding his guilty eyes.

    Yingye sighed in his heart, and his voice was so soft that he could pinch water: "eat carefully, don't choke..."

     Before he finished speaking, An'er touched her neck and made an effort to swallow, her expression full of pain. Yingye hurriedly put down the bowl and chopsticks, patted her on the back lightly, and fed her a few mouthfuls of wonton soup.

    An'er finally swallowed the wonton that almost killed her, glared at Yingye angrily, and said, "Humph! Crow's Mouth..."

    In addition to a wry smile, Ying Ye smiled bitterly.

    Lane helped the Atayal warriors, stewed the chopped beef bones into a huge bronze pot, and returned to his position. He hadn't eaten anything for more than a day, and he was so hungry that he was so hungry that he devoured his back. The piece of meat he had been allocated had not yet started roasting.

    He picked up the raw meat, sprinkled some salt on it, and was about to put it on the fire to roast. The bearded Ah Sang stuffed a bronze bowl full of food into his hand and said, "Thank you for your help, this bowl of food is extra, you can eat it." After speaking, regardless of his reaction, he turned around left.

    "Wow! White rice, and stew..." Lyle leaned over and exaggeratedly sucked in his saliva, looking greedy. When Ryan was about to give him the meal, he touched his stomach with a regretful expression: "I just ate a large piece of meat, and my stomach is so bloated that I can't eat it anymore... It's a pity, it's a pity..."

    Lane knew that this old friend liked to play tricks, he smiled and glared at him, silently finished the meal, washed it by the pool, and gave it to Assan...