Original God: Coconut sheep breeder, Ganyu was raised by me

Seeing this, the Qiuqiu Shaman seemed to understand Zhuoyang's actions and nodded immediately.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yang didn't hesitate. After all, if he failed to save the patient, he might be the one to be boiled in the pot.

The Hillicre Shaman clapped his hands, and the two Hillicre people immediately put down their sticks and carried the wild boar to the big pot.

The hot water in the big pot has boiled, and a lot of white mist is coming out from above.

Zhuoyang thought they would deal with the wild boar, but they threw the living wild boar directly into the boiling pot.

"Ah..." The wild boar let out a shrill scream and rolled around in the pot.

The excrement kept flowing into the pot, which was disgusting to watch. However, the hill people danced excitedly along with the howling of the wild boar.

Zhuoyang finally couldn't help it when he saw this. As a chef, he really wanted to curse when he saw this cooking method.

He immediately waved at the Qiuqiu Shaman, signaling him to stop this barbaric cooking method.

The Hilliard Shaman was very confused and had no idea what the Burning Sun meant.

There was no other choice but for Zhuoyang to walk over and use a stick to pull the lifeless wild boar out of the pot.

The hillbillies did not try to stop him, but just looked at Zhuoyang in confusion. Could it be that this human was so greedy that he wanted to keep the wild boar all to himself?

To catch such a big wild boar, Zhuoyang consumes a lot of his energy and it is impossible for one person to catch it.

So he pointed at the two hillbillies and then at the wild boar.

The two hillbillies naturally knew the meaning of Zhuoyang's actions, but there was nothing they could do. He saved the young chief, it was just a wild boar, so if he wanted to keep it all to himself, then let him keep it all to himself!

Soon, the two hill people fished out the wild boar, which was emitting a foul odor all over its body.

However, the two Hillichul people did not take it seriously. Instead, they smelled the scent with an intoxicated look on their faces.

In their memory, this is what wild boar tastes like.

Qiuqiu Shaman also came over. Although he was very confused about why Zhuoyang did this, he did not interfere.

After all, the benefactor saved the entire Qiuqiu tribe, just a wild boar.

Zhuoyang tried to gesture to the Qiuqiu Shaman, indicating that he wanted to cook the wild boar.

However, the Hilliard Shaman didn't understand at all.

Zhuoyang didn't want to play the game of talking at cross purposes. Anyway, no matter what he did, the Hilliard Shaman would not stop him.

When he was done, the aroma would explain everything.

……

Zhuoyang prepared a small stove for cooking and then skillfully cooked the wild boar.

The Hillilchur people looked at the internal organs that Zhuoyang threw away, staring at them with longing in their eyes.

Suddenly, Zhuoyang began to understand these hill people. In this era, it was good enough to have meat to eat, so there was no point in being picky.

Just as he was feeling guilty, he saw a few Hillilians throwing sunset fruits like stones.

He immediately suppressed his guilt. If someone could use food as toys, it wasn't because he was short of food, it was because he was short of brains.

A group of hillbillies stood beside Zhuoyang, watching him cut up the wild boar meat and the offal that Zhuoyang discarded.

Although their mouths were watering, they did not take any action towards Zhuo Yang, and they did not even dare to get close to him.

Zhuo Yang felt a little scared when he was stared at. He then pointed at the discarded waste beside him and waved his hand, saying, "No need. You guys take it."

The Hilichurls seemed to understand something. One of them carefully approached those who went into the water with his hands, while observing Zhuoyang's reaction.

Zhuoyang just found it funny. It turned out that the Hillichurls were not monsters without emotions.

The Hilliard saw that he had taken away the sewage and the table did not react at all, and he immediately started laughing.

Next, the other hillbillies also picked up the offal on the ground and started to feast on it.

Although their mouths were covered in blood, it did not prevent them from looking honest.

Of course, it was Zhuoyang who saved their young clan leader, otherwise anyone else would have been tied to a tree and beaten.

After a while, the whole hill camp was filled with the aroma of meat, which made people drool.

The people of Qiuqiu gathered around the stove under the scorching sun, trying hard to absorb the fragrance in the air.

One of the hillbillies was still adding firewood, and a fawning smile appeared on his face, which looked really funny.

"Okay, you're done!"

Zhuoyang smiled and clapped his hands. A whole pig feast was already on the table.

Zhuoyang then looked at the hillbillies who had been staring at him, smiled and whitewashed their fingers, indicating that they should have a taste of this delicacy.

Unfortunately, they couldn't understand it. Perhaps deep down they thought they were not worthy of such deliciousness.

So Zhuoyang called the Qiuqiu Shaman over.

He first demonstrated how to eat it, and then pushed a plate of food in front of the Qiuqiu Shaman.

The Qiuqiu Shaman seemed to understand what Zhuoyang meant and immediately pointed to his mouth and then to the food.

Zhuoyang nodded, then pointed at the other hillbillies who were watching.

The Qiuqiu Shaman immediately understood and called on all the Qiuqiu people to enjoy it together.

"dadadad..."

After taking a bite, the Hilliard immediately stood up and moved away from the food.

Zhuoyang was stunned. Could it be that their physiques were different from those of humans, and some seasonings were poisonous to them, just like dogs can't eat chocolate.

If this poison kills so many Qiuqiu people, the karma will bury me.

The hillbillies took a few steps back, then instantly prostrated themselves on the ground, muttering words that Zhuoyang could not understand.

After worshipping for about a minute, they stopped, tears streaming down their cheeks.

The look in the Qiuqiu Shaman's eyes when he looked at Zhuoyang no longer had the gratitude he had before, but was replaced by a kind of reverence, as if Zhuoyang was a god.

Zhuoyang was stunned and didn't understand the current situation at all. He made a few dishes and became a cooking god.

"Eat quickly, before it gets cold!" Zhuoyang had no choice but to call on the hill people dryly to eat quickly.

In fact, he cooked mainly to show his friendliness and then discuss with these hillbillies whether they could cooperate.

Let them supply him with wood, and he would supply them with some food. After all, he had read many original god time travel novels, where the hillbillies were chosen as workers.

The Qiuqiu Shaman hesitated for a moment, then handed a mask-like object to Zhuoyang.

"What is this?" Zhuoyang looked at the mask and did not take it immediately.

The Qiuqiu Shaman seemed to be worried that Zhuoyang didn't understand, so he just knelt down and presented the mask to Zhuoyang with both hands.

Zhuoyang was stunned. Was this to let him ascend the throne as king, the King of Hillilch?

"??āu??" Seeing that Zhuoyang was slow to respond, Qiuqiu Shaman began to sing a ballad.

Upon seeing this, all the Hillilians joined in and their voices suddenly became extremely loud.

Seeing this, Zhuoyang was afraid that it would attract some adventurers, so he hurriedly took the mask from the Qiuqiu Shaman.