Chapter 97: Fudge

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The old friends met each other and had a good chat, with the help of systematic language function, after listening to Wu Ge speak dwarf language for a while, Wu Nuo was able to act as an interpreter for him gradually, translating his words to Da Wu and Bai Ting.


The dwarves had a hard time walking, eating and sleeping on the road. Talking about the dangers they encountered on the road and the dead clansmen, Wu Ge and Dole wept several times, which was very pitiful.

Sadness is indeed sad, but Wu Ge's tears are more or less sympathetic. Dwarves are naturally straightforward and not good at acting. I saw his intention.

Seeing Wu Quan wiping away his tears, looking more sad than himself, Wu Ge felt more and more in his heart that his old friend was still the same as when he was young, kind, benevolent and enthusiastic. He wanted the dwarves to rely on the Changhe tribe to take root and develop. can be realised!

Wu Quan was also thinking that Wu Ge hadn't changed for so many years, and he had all his thoughts on his face as before. It shouldn't be difficult to subdue them and get them to make divine (iron) weapons.

Each had their own goals, and they all felt that their respective goals could be achieved. Wu Nuo, the interpreter, became more and more competent. Naturally, Wu Quan and Wu Ge chatted more and more happily, and before they knew it, it was time for dinner in the evening.

Now that there are too many people in the tribe, there is no way for so many people to get together to eat a big pot of rice. After finishing work in the afternoon, they all go home and eat their own food.

The dug up white sweet potatoes naturally became everyone's staple food. When the beast tide returned, Bai led the soldiers to slaughter hundreds of dragon beasts. After the meat of these dragon beasts was marinated with blood salt, some of them were made into bacon and dried in a cool and ventilated place. Some of them are made into bacon or dried meat and put in jars and stored in the cellar. When eating, wash off the excess pickling on the top, or directly boil or stir-fry or stew with white sweet potatoes, how delicious it is.

The harvest season is very busy. After harvesting the front feet, the rear feet have to quickly plant the leftovers on the newly opened wasteland, so as to harvest another crop before the cold winter. In order to free up more manpower to work and live close to a well-connected family, two or three women are often left to cook at home, and when the others finish their work, they gather to eat together, saving time and effort. It can be regarded as a big pot meal in disguise.

Shuisha is a disciple of Dawu. In addition to studying and doing things with Dawu, she also has to take care of Dawu's diet and daily life. She learned a lot of cooking skills from Wu Nuo one after another, and learned that Dawu has a very important old friend coming today. , called two young slave girls to help her, tossed in the kitchen for a long time, and made a lot of specialty dishes.

Compared with Wu Nuo's craftsmanship, she only learned five points at most, but to Wu Nuo, those dishes are not very good in color and flavor, but to others, especially the dwarves who have never eaten these dishes To put it simply, it is a delicacy.

Dwarves often eat barbecue, but they have never eaten barbecue with honey, chili and other mixed spices. The fat and tender Lila beast meat is roasted golden, and the whole beast is put on the plate. The unique and strong meat flavor of Lila beast Mixed with the seasoning, with the sizzling sound of skin oil, the fragrance rushed from the nose to the forehead, and the saliva flooded uncontrollably like a flood breaking a bank.

Although Shuisha's skill in cooking is not as good as Wu Nuo's, his skill in grilling meat is definitely not inferior to Wu Nuo's.

In addition to this roasted lila, Shuisha also made a whole roasted lamb. The fat and tender horned lamb is especially delicious. After roasting, it is placed on a huge plate and placed in the center of the wooden table. Can't look away.

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