Chapter 257: New Year’s Eve Dinner

Chapter 257: New Year’s Eve Dinner

The shaman stood at the door, carefully examining the thing that appeared for the first time in the Green Sparrow Tribe right before his eyes, smiling.

He had already learned from the Divine Child that this was a way to pray for blessings and dispel disasters, to seek blessings from the heavenly gods using the words of the Divine Child. Indeed, this was an excellent method.

The second most influential shaman in the Green Sparrow Tribe, who had dedicated most of his life to communicating with the heavenly gods, looked at the distinctive couplets that adorned the entire tribe, revealing a pensive expression

After the Green Sparrow Tribe had made many preparations, the New Year finally arrived.

Han Cheng intentionally made the New Year celebrations grand and splendid, so for the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe celebrating the New Year for the first time, it was bound to be a memorable memory.

"Let's begin!"

With these words, Han Cheng lifted the lid covering the large cauldron, and white steam instantly filled the cavern, creating an atmosphere like a fairyland.

The rich aroma permeated the air as the mist spread, making people unable to resist swallowing saliva.

As the white mist dissipated slightly, the scene inside the large cauldron appeared faintly visible.

Instead of the meat soup the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe were accustomed to, five rectangular plates of equal size were inside.

There was a fish on each plate with many cuts made by relatively sharp bone knives.

Han Cheng pinched some finely chopped green onions from the side basin and sprinkled them lightly on the fish. Then, Tie Tou and the others, eagerly waiting on the side, brought out the five steamed fish and placed them in the cave, roughly outlining five circles.

Inside those five circles, some pottery bowls and plates were already placed.

Inside were dishes that were not commonly made, dishes that the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe could never get enough of stir-fried pork with vegetables, deep-fried meat chunks, scrambled eggs with wild onions, large plates of stir-fried salted meat, small plates of smoked meat, and stewed meat chunks.

Now, a plate of steamed fish was added to the mix.

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, who had never seen such a scene before, were already salivating at the sight of these delicious-looking dishes.

The children were slurping saliva, and every adult had also secretly swallowed countless mouthfuls of saliva.

However, these children were very disciplined. Even if they were starving and looked eagerly, none reached out to take any food.

After it was burned, things could be steamed on the protruding parts.

As people swallowed saliva, Han Cheng, feeling once again that there was plenty of food, said, "Let's begin" once more.

The lid of the other steaming cauldron next to it was also lifted, and white mist once again filled the air as five more plates appeared.

Inside the plates were rabbits that had been skinned and eviscerated.

After the rabbits were removed, five plates of plump, oily deer meat that had been steamed were left.

On the twenty-seventh day, a deer somehow injured its leg. It left after being lured out and treated to a meal of small greens outside the courtyard wall away from the deer pen.

However, unlike before, the tendons on the deer legs had been removed beforehand.

Cow tendons were temporarily unavailable, but deer tendons should suffice for making bowstrings.

After these plates of deer meat were brought out, one person served a bowl of millet porridge or deer milk cooked with small pieces of meat and greens, and finally, no more new food was brought out.

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe did not realize that they had used the word "finally."

It was regrettable that there were no dumplings. This New Year would have been even more perfect if there were dumplings.

Thinking of this, Han Cheng felt regretful. All these things combined in his heart were not as good as a bowl of piping hot dumplings.

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe had no idea about their shaman's thoughts. They would surely be astonished at how precious and delicious dumplings were if they knew.

These delicious foods, which were already unimaginable to them, were still not as good as dumplings. The deliciousness of dumplings was truly beyond their imagination.

Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng, who had just finished cooking, sat down in the innermost circle next to the shaman.

Facing the main seat by the entrance, he gestured for the shaman to sit as if he were an elder.

"Please, everyone, take a seat," Han Cheng invited everyone.

The people seemed somewhat curious and not quite accustomed as they went to their pre-assigned seats, sitting on pieces of stone or thick wooden sticks set up beforehand.