Chapter 525

The people of the Apocalypse Tribe had already finished eating the barbecue, and the smell of burnt meat permeated the air throughout the tribe, making people's appetites move.

The females swallowed saliva one by one, and watched Ye Qingxin clean the internal organs.

"Okay, Ah Lu, you go and ask Ah Xi for some clay pots and clay pots." Finally finished washing a bunch of things, Ye Qingxin washed his hands, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and commanded.

Ah Lu hesitated and didn't dare to go, "Will Ah Xi give it to me?" ”

"Just say what I said, go ahead." Ye Qingxin waved his hand.

"I'll get it." I've been helping out on the side.

Soon, the clay pot and clay pot were brought over, and Ye Qingxin put water in it, cut the internal organs into palm-sized pieces, and put them in to boil.

Salt was added to each pot, and there were plenty of them in the forests near the Monno tribe, along with the turmeric and wild onions she picked last time.

"Goo...... Gollum ......"

The offal boiled in the clay pot gradually emitted the smell of meat, and although there was still a slight peculiar smell, it was negligible compared to the roasted ones.

After cooking for more than an hour, the eyes of the females of the original Mengye tribe lit up!

What does it taste like?

Why do the boiled offal not only not smell bad, but also exude a strong meat aroma?

Ye Qingxin took out a piece of fat intestine with pottery chopsticks, blew it, and took a bite, with a hint of softness in the squeaky tenacity, the heat was almost the same, and it was ready to eat.

Although it is not cooked with braised pork, it is already delicious.

"What smells so good?"

"What are those people in the Mengye tribe cooking?"

"It doesn't seem like they cooked it, but the goddess cooked it......"

"The goddess cooked? What is she cooking, it's so fragrant......"

......

Not only the people of the Mengye tribe were greedy, but even the people of the Apocalypse tribe who went back to the wooden house to sleep after eating and drinking were also smoked out of the aroma and came over here one after another.

"Come, break two branches from each of you, like I did...... Yes, hold it with your fingers and eat it with meat from the pan. ”

Ye Qingxin was surrounded by a group of females from the Mengye tribe and was teaching them how to make chopsticks from tree branches.

The people of the Apocalypse tribe who rushed over also involuntarily broke the branches of the trees and fished something from a few clay pots to eat.

"Squeak ......"

"Wow ......"

The flexibility of the fat intestines, the softness of the lungs, and the sandy ...... of the liver exude an unprecedented aroma under people's chewing.

The food in the three large clay pots was snatched up in less than ten minutes.

Everyone's faces showed incredible expressions, looking greedily at the empty clay pots, with expressions of unfinished expressions.

Do they eat offal?

Filthy and nasty food only for the captives?

Why is it better than the best roast animal leg meat of the Apocalypse Tribe?

What did the goddess put in the clay pot......

"Doesn't it taste good?" Ye Qingxin looked at everyone with a smile, spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, all the ingredients are sold out today, and I still want to eat it, please be early tomorrow!" ”