Catnip has eaten lard, so it can only eat a few bites of this stuff at most; it can't eat more than that.
Seeing that Shen Nong had filled an entire jar, he couldn't help but remind her.
"Priest, this doesn't taste good; eating too much will make you vomit."
Shen Nong poured water into the earthenware jar, "I won't eat it, I'll render it into oil."
What is oil?
Shen Nong explained simply and bluntly: "Oil makes the meat taste better."
Catgrass sat up straight and stared intently at the pottery jar.
He'll take a good look at this amazing thing that can make meat taste better.
As the oil was rendered, the cracklings released a fragrant aroma, and Catnip instinctively took a deep sniff, his mouth watering.
Shen Nong scooped out the oil residue, placed it on leaves, sprinkled it with salt, and gave it directly to the cat grass so that he could share it with the children in the tribe.
Catgrass excitedly turned around with the fried pork cracklings in his hand, instantly transforming into the king of the kids. He was surrounded by a group of children who kept chattering "Catgrass, Catgrass!"
After enjoying the feeling of being surrounded for a while, Catgrass, suppressing his drool, began to divide the oil residue.
The children who received the fried pork cracklings couldn't wait to stuff them into their mouths.
Instantly, your mouth is filled with a crispy, salty, and savory flavor.
The children had never tasted such a delicacy before, and their eyes widened as they stared at the fried pork cracklings in the catnip's hand.
I want to eat more.
However, there wasn't much oil residue; two pieces per person were enough to finish it all.
They licked their fingers that had just handled the fried frying bits and then handed another piece of fried frying bits to Shen Nong.
"Priest, here you go."
Shen Nong looked at the children who were drooling with envy and even wanted to share half of the fried pork cracklings with him, and smiled slightly, "You eat."
Catgrass suddenly remembered what Tiger Howl had told him before, and quickly said to his friends, "Don't give it to the priest, Tiger Howl said the priest doesn't like to eat meat."
One lie requires a hundred more to cover it up.
To avoid being "deprived" of her right to eat meat in the future, Shen Nong had to come up with another reason: "No, it's not that. I eat meat when I'm really hungry."
After confirming that the priest really wouldn't eat it, the children happily ate the only piece of fried pork fat in their hands.
It smells so good.
"From now on, all animal fat can be rendered into oil using my method."
Shen Nong used a dagger to cut the meat into roughly the same size pieces, washed them with water that had been boiled and then cooled, and divided them into two portions.
One portion is placed in an earthenware pot and stewed with a little oil.
For the other portion, make slits in the meat with a dagger and sprinkle it with fine salt made by the Wood Tribe, spreading it evenly.
Shen Nong used washed grass leaves as a brush to apply the rendered fat to the meat.
Then they were skewered on wooden sticks and roasted over a fire.
The grease was rendered out and dripped into the fire, sparking tiny embers, while the firewood crackled and popped.
The saltiness of the meat enhances its aroma, enticing everyone's taste buds.
They swallowed their saliva unconsciously. They were already craving the fried pork cracklings, but being adults, they couldn't very well fight with the children for that little bit of food.
Now, smelling the aroma of the priest roasting meat, I can't help but drool, thinking it must taste delicious.
It's completely different from the black, hard lumps they bake.
Shen Nong rotated the meat skewers back and forth to ensure they were heated evenly, and then had the others cook the other meats according to his instructions.
The Wood Tribe has bone knives, and they are so skilled at using them that they can cut meat just as fast as Shen Nong with a dagger.
The roasting time is shorter than the stewing time, so the Mu tribe quickly got to enjoy roasted meat.
"tasty!"
"The meat is salty! It tastes better than sprinkling salt on soil, better than licking salt rocks!"
"The meat wasn't charred on the outside, and there was no blood inside."
"It doesn't taste like the prey at all!"
The people of the Mu tribe seem to have discovered a new continent, showing a high level of acceptance for the new way of grilling meat.
I fell in love with the taste instantly.
Although Shen Nong found the food to be just so-so, it was still a hundred times better than what the Mu tribe usually ate.
"The broth is ready."
Shen Nong sprinkled some fine salt into the broth before it was ready, giving it an aroma completely different from that of roasted meat.
The broth smelled mild, but the taste was quite different.
The meat is perfectly seasoned, and after stewing, it can be easily shredded into strips, making it suitable even for toothless elderly people.
The aroma of roasted meat and broth filled the entire Mu tribe, while mournful cries echoed through the night sky.
The people of the Wood Tribe were so startled that they forgot to chew their meat. "Who's calling?"
"The sound is somewhat like a tiger's roar."
"It sounds like Rabbit Wind to me."
"But I feel like Niu Mu and Niu Shan."
"No, it's clearly cat cloud."
The people of the Mu tribe then realized that none of the people they had mentioned had come to eat the meat.
As Shen Nong ate her grilled meat, she said calmly, "They'll keep calling like that until morning, you don't need to worry about it."
Since the priests said so, the Namu tribe no longer took it to heart.
We started happily eating barbecue again. At first, I was startled by the screams, but I got used to it later.
The ten people who had taken the Marrow Cleansing Pill could only smell the aroma of meat and endure the dual torment of their spirit and body.
Chapter 8 Eating Candy
Building a house
When Shen Nong returned, he was prepared to stay up all night because there was another person in his cave who had taken the Marrow Cleansing Pill.
He is actually a light sleeper; under normal circumstances, he can't fall asleep if there is noise.
But to his surprise, he didn't hear a sound even after walking all the way to the cave entrance.
He almost thought there was no one in the cave.
The torch illuminated the cave, where the boy huddled on an animal skin, a small, thin bundle.
His body was covered in cold sweat from the extreme pain. His eyes were tightly closed, blood was seeping from between his lips and teeth, and his lips were bitten raw.
Shen Nong propped his head up with his hand, lying on his side on the straw mat that the tribe had laid out for him during the day, feeling the rough yet soft texture beneath him.
By the firelight, he looked at the boy lying on the animal skin not far away, and in the flickering firelight, he thought that the little guy was quite good at enduring.
The next morning, Shen Nong woke up naturally. With the soft grass as a mattress, he didn't experience back pain this time.
After a quick wash, I put my toothbrush and other toiletries back into the system inventory.
He thought of the little bundle of flesh the boy had been in last night, and then, as if possessed, he opened the system store and selected white sugar from the sugar category.
The system has re-marked the prices: one kilogram of white sugar costs more than 500 infrastructure points after the discount, and one kilogram of candy costs 1,000 infrastructure points after the discount.
He still has 900 infrastructure points, which can only be used to buy white sugar.
[Candy can be bought one piece at a time, each piece representing a base construction point.]
A wide variety of choices are available.
The system is pushing hard, vowing to drain Shennong's infrastructure resources.
[Host, I'm giving you the import price for the main system. Other systems sell it for five base points per unit.]
Shen Nong was somewhat tempted, and then spent a huge sum of money—one infrastructure point—to buy a peach-shaped fruit candy.
System: That's it? That's all? What a waste of its effort in bringing up the import price.
The first thing Ze did after waking up was to rinse his mouth and wash his face with water, just as Shen Nong had told him before.
Shen Nong carried the sweet soup to Ze's side. Seeing the water droplets dripping from his face, she thought the child was really obedient, doing whatever she was told.
It wasn't for nothing that I bought him candy.
"I drank it."
Ze Xiang was like an order or an action; he did whatever Shen Nong told him to do.
He took the clay bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it down. He gulped down more than half of it before realizing something was wrong.
The boy stared at Shen Nong with wide eyes, "Water, taste..."
He couldn't find a suitable word to describe it, but Shen Nong smiled and said, "Sweet. This tastes sweet."
He nodded, but stopped drinking.
He had never tasted this before, but he had eaten a berry once before; the berry was small and not as sweet as this one.
But it's delicious, and also very hard to find.
Ze knew this water must be something very good, so he handed the bowl to Shen Nong and said, "Priest, here you drink."
Shen Nong glanced at the bowl the other person had drunk from, unable to control the imagination running through her mind, as if her skin had come into contact with something dirty.
A slight unease rose in his heart, and he quickly looked away, interrupting his thoughts, "If you don't drink, you'll get drunk."
He chose one and quickly drank it all.
After Shen Nong saw that the person had finished drinking the sugar water, she told him to open his mouth.