Meat Sausage

It was already dark when they returned to the tribe.

Most of the tribe members went out hunting today. The prey was easy to divide; two or three families could share one prey, and it was all gone in no time.

The Wu Jiong family and the Qing Kuo family each received a large Hairy-Horned Beast.

They carried it directly to the riverbank and used knives to carve the Hairy-Horned Beast out.

Holding a knife, Ban Ming volunteered to skin the Hairy-Horned Beast: "Now that we have a metal knife, skinning it is so much easier!"

Qing Kuo: "You cut off two pieces of meat first, then we'll go back and cook. You guys continue processing the rest of the meat here."

Ban Ming: "Okay, Dad, which piece would you like to eat today?"

It was already dark, Jian Mo's eyes couldn't switch to beast-like pupils, so his vision was relatively poor. He couldn't make out the Hairy-Horned Beast's appearance clearly, so he could only ask, "Which piece of meat is the most tender?"

Ban Ming pointed with the back of his knife. "Those are the two stripes on the back."

Jian Mo: "How about we just cut these two? We can stir-fry them now. They won't be as fresh in a couple of days, and the meat won't taste as good."

Ban Ming immediately agreed, quickly cut the meat, but held it in his hand without handing it over.

He looked at his father, then at his grandfather, and coughed lightly. "It's so late, shall our two families eat together?"

The kitten Banjiu, who had been obediently squatting beside Jianmo, suddenly lit up, raised its round head to look at Jian Mo: "Meow, want to eat together?"

Qing Kuo slapped Ban Ming on the head. "You're taking advantage of Jian Mo's delicious cooking!"

Jian Mo smiled and said, "Let's eat together. I'll cook, and everyone can help out."

Ban Ming and Banjiu immediately cheered.

Chapter 52 Sausage

It was getting late, Jian Mo lit two oil lamps to make cooking easier.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Qing Kuo quickly sliced the meat.

Jian Mo then ground the seasoning powder to prepare the side dishes. He had never eaten Hairy-Horned Beast meat before, but judging from the smell, it should be quite fishy, so he needed to add more seasoning powder to marinate it.

Qing Kuo, watching from the side, said, "Your spice powder selection is probably the most complete in the entire tribe."

Jian Mo glanced at the row of spice powders on the shelf and, unusually, didn't object. "That's quite possible. I mainly collected some myself, Wu Jiong would bring some back for me when he went out. You guys would also bring some back for me if you saw them. Over time, I accumulated quite a few varieties."

Qing Kuo: "The seasoning powder will only be truly effective when it's in your hands; it's a bit of a waste to give it to someone else."

Jian Mo laughed, "You only say that because you're close to me."

Qing Kuo: "I thought the same thing when we weren't so close. How do you cook the Hairy-Horned Beast meat?"

Jian Mo: "I stir-fry it in a dry wok. I heat the stone slab quickly, then leave it on the slab to keep it hot."

Meat of this quality would probably taste better if stir-fried with plenty of seasonings and high heat.

Jian Mo cooks very quickly. By the time Wu Jiong and the others had finished processing the meat and carried it back in earthenware jars, his meal was almost ready.

There are six people eating tonight. He and Qing Kuo cooked five dishes and a soup, all in large portions. However, there are three adult beastmen, so they should be able to finish it.

There are two dishes related to the Hairy-Horned Beast. In addition to the dry pot Hairy-Horned Beast, he also made a casserole of pickled vegetables Hairy-Horned Beast, which is now simmering on the fire pit.

As soon as Ban Ming entered the room, he sniffed and exclaimed, "It smells so good!"

Jian Mo brought out the scalded bowls and chopsticks. "Then you should eat more, don't leave any food."

Ban Ming rolled up his sleeves. "Hehe, you underestimate me. With me here, there's always food left over!"

Everyone sat around the fire pit, and even the kitten Banjiu had a small bowl containing a meat patty that wasn't too strong in flavor.

Ban Ming's first bite was of the dry-pot Hairy-Horned Beast. After stuffing a handful into his mouth, he blew on it and exclaimed, "Delicious! Jian Mo, as expected of your cooking, this is the best Hairy-Horned Beast I've ever tasted!"

Jian Mo took a bite with some skepticism. The meat of the Hairy-Horned Beast was very coarse and difficult to chew, and it wasn't very flavorful. However, the fishy smell and other unpleasant odors were masked, and the wok hei (wok aroma) came through, so it wasn't really bad.

Qing Kuo: "Jian Mo, your cooking skills are amazing! I bet everything you make will taste delicious."

Jian Mo replied modestly, "No, there are some dishes I just can't cook well."

While chatting, Jian Mo kept an eye on Wu Jiong's expression out of the corner of her eye.

Since there was a fire in the hearth, they didn't light an oil lamp.

Wu Jiong's face was half-hidden in the darkness. He managed to keep his brows from furrowing, but his expression was not pleasant.

Perhaps because the beastmen have a keen sense of smell, and to some extent, they have particularly high requirements for food, they don't particularly like the meat of the Hairy-Horned Beast.

Jian Mo explained that when they went to collect honey, they saw so many Hairy-Horned Beasts, but he never tried to catch them.

I didn't really like it before.

Jian Mo found it somewhat amusing to watch Wu Jiong try to force himself to swallow the meat.

Jian Mo glanced around and, seeing that Ban Ming and the others weren't paying attention, suddenly moved closer to Wu Jiong and whispered, "Give it to me if it's bad."

Wu Jiong also said in a low voice, "No need."

Jian Mo smiled and took the Hairy-Horned Beast meat from his bowl, "I think the Hairy-Horned Beast meat is alright, you should eat something else."

Before Ban Ming and the others could react and make a joke, Jian Mo had already taken the meat and sat up straight, looking completely nonchalant.

Wu Jiong sat in the dim light, his ears suddenly turning slightly red.

Qing Kuo noticed it but said nothing, while Ban Ming and the others genuinely didn't notice.

Ban Ming also said to Jian Mo, "Jian Mo, the chopsticks in your tribe are really useful. Once you get used to them, you can pick up whichever piece you want. It's much more convenient than just grabbing food with your hands."

Di Ya: "It's too hot to handle."

Ban Ming: "Right! You can't pick up the food you want by using a spoon."

Jian Mo: "If you like it, then eat more."

The six people finished all five dishes and one soup.

After a satisfying meal, Ban Ming, holding his little Banjiu with its equally swollen belly, said goodbye to Jian Mo: "Jian Mo, your cooking is so delicious. We're going back now, please come to our house for dinner next time!"