I am a Primitive Man

　　 Shishi is now a little afraid of seeing his most respected son.

This is nonsense, because no matter who it is, he ate deer milk sneakily and fell on his head by the deer. When he fled out of the deer pen in a panic, he found that his most respected person was outside and his neck flushed. When I was standing, I didn't want to see this person for a short time.

　　 After Han Cheng laughed, his mind flashed.

　　In later generations, it is not calves but humans who drink the most milk, so can you copy it and become a member of the Qingque tribe who drinks deer milk the most?

　　 If it succeeds, let alone the rest, it will be a great benefit to the children and the elderly in the tribe alone!

　　 After thinking about this, Han Cheng also joined the ranks of Uncle Deer’s daughter-in-law doe.

　　 Of course, he wouldn't lie on the ground like the rock guy and use his mouth to hold a pacifier. He came with a bowl.

　　 Uncle Deer is very generous. He doesn't think it has anything to do with the little two-legged beast who always respects himself and touches his wife. Anyway, it has enough daughters-in-law, and it doesn't touch it.

　　 In order to eat more refreshing small rapeseed, Uncle Deer will even find that his job has been taken away, and he can't help but wander around waiting for the opportunity to rush to the side of Han Cheng.

　　I was worried that this ignorant little guy would come and make trouble. Uncle Lu stood aside very loyally.

　　 On this matter, it is surprisingly consistent with the attitude of the Fu general who is always struggling.

　　 Han Cheng was so touched.

　　 He imitated the way the deer was eating milk, pushed his hand up, and then squeezed it down. The milky white and warm deer milk merged into a thin line and fell into the big bowl in his hand.

　　Han Cheng didn't expect that this doe, which doesn't seem to be too big, is in stock like this, no wonder it can feed that little deer cub so strong in winter.

　　 As expected, the deer can’t look like a deer, and the milk is not available in a cup.

　　 Just like some of the women I saw later, they looked soft and weak and petite, but actually...

　　 Uh, the floor is crooked...

　　 Han Cheng missed Uncle Deer. This guy would kindly drive the deer cub aside and stay here, not out of sensibility, but also want to take the opportunity to take a bite of milk.

　　 Han Cheng is very helpless for the shamelessness of Uncle Deer. This is a doe and your daughter-in-law. Don't you want to eat whenever you want?

　　 Is it easier for me to squeeze it out? Still come to grab me?

　　 Why don’t you understand such a simple truth?

　　Han Cheng hid his hand holding the bowl, while pushing hard with his hands, Uncle Lu, who had his head hard to this side.

　　 Afterwards, it was really awkward, so I had to pour a little bit into the pottery pot used to scoop water for the deer.

　　 Uncle Deer stretched out his head and splashed, and quickly licked the white juice Han Chengdao had given him.

I don’t know what it tasted from inside. After eating it, I lifted my upper lip up to reveal the row of yellow teeth on it, and I stretched my neck forward, with a wretched look. Han Chengzhi wanted to kick it with his feet.

　　 fed the deer to this side, and there was no shortage of the lucky general who was wagging his tail and looking at him, Han Cheng had to pour some more into the pot.

　　Fu Jiang was happily eating. After licking it quickly, he looked at Han Cheng and wanted to have two more bites.

Worried that the deer will not be enough to eat, Han has not squeezed too much. Now after feeding the deer first and then the half-wolf and half-dog lucky general, there is not much left in the bowl that Han Cheng holds in his hand. If you feed some more Fu general, he won't be able to taste it.

　　 He rejected the greedy Fu Jiang, brought the bowl to his mouth, smashed it a little, and it was warm and smelly, and after the fishy smell, there was a little fragrant aftertaste.

　　 is not as good as the pure milk that my posterity drinks.

　　 This may be due to no heating.

　　 Han Cheng took the bowl and led Fu Jiang, who had eaten deer milk, and left the deer pen. He ignored the uncle deer who became dizzy after eating his wife’s milk for the first time.

　　 After seeing the milk thief leaving, the wronged deer returned to his mother's side. Without a word, he grabbed his job first.

　　 The doe turned her head, and licked her tongue with her tongue, comforting the injured child.

　　 Han Cheng found a small clay pot, poured the little deer milk into it, and set it on the fire.

　　 Soon, these deer milk has boiled, and a smell of milk radiates from here.

　　 As the deer milk boils, a thin layer of solid appears on the top layer, which is cream.

　　 There was not much deer milk. Han Cheng didn't dare to burn it for too long. He saw that it was almost the same, so he clamped the clay pot from the fire with a clip made of rattan.

　　 Then he put a piece of animal skin that had been peeled off to prevent burning hands on the clay pot, and poured the steaming deer milk into the bowl.

After 　　 took a slight cool breath, he moved his mouth to the side of the bowl and took a sip, and a fishy milky scent filled his mouth.

　　 The fishy smell is much greater than pure milk of later generations, but it is much better than raw deer milk, especially the thin layer of cream, which is really fragrant in the mouth.

　　 There is not much deer milk. Han Cheng only took two sips, and then went down halfway. He resisted the urge to drink again and walked into the inner cave with the rest. UU read www.uukanshu.com to give Wu a drink.

　　 When Shishi saw Han Cheng coming in, his heart was like a small deer bumping into it. He hurriedly lowered his head and moved inside, pretending to record things seriously, to hide his embarrassment.

　　 It wasn't until Han Cheng reached out and touched his head that he felt quite settled.

"this is?"

　　 Wu still maintained the eagerness to learn the basics. When Han Chengduan came to these things he had never seen before, he didn't drink it directly, but asked first.

　　 "Deer milk."

　　 Han Cheng even said that he explained to Wu with gestures. After Wu figured it out, he quickly urged Wu to drink more quickly, otherwise it would not taste good after it got cold for a while.

　　 Wu Yiyan took a small sip, and after tasting it carefully, it was not considered particularly delicious, at least not as delicious as the broth and fish soup with salt.

　　 has been paying attention to the stone of Han Cheng's words, and after figuring out what the **** child is doing, he can't help but squat on the ground if it weren't for Han Cheng to call him.

　　 "You taste it, it's delicious."

　　 Han Cheng handed the bowl to Shishi with a smile on his face.

　　 The mood of teenagers is the most sensitive and complicated. Although Stone is primitive, he also knows shyness.

　　 For Chinese characters and the best stone for Chinese studies, Han Cheng valued it very much, and didn't want to leave a shadow in his heart because of this incident.

　　 The stone with some red cheeks took the big bowl and almost buckled the whole bowl on his face before drinking the last bite of milk.

　　 With a bowl of stones on his face, tasting the fragrant deer milk, his eyes are a little moist...

　　 (Book friends, please give a ticket after reading it, please. This is the last time I asked for a ticket this week. Really, not really, you can fly the blade to me along the network cable-the black helmet without the helmet)