Chapter 202: On the True Flavor of Grilled Meat

Not even letting him carefully savor the wonderful taste of the grilled meat, the burnt bitter flavor instantly spread in his mouth.

Yuan Qi scrunched up his handsome face: "..."

Is this terrible food really something beastfolk can eat?

The beastfolk beside him, seeing his twisted expression, instantly abandoned the idea of stepping forward to snag a bite to try.

He gulped with difficulty and asked: "Is it really that bad?"

Yuan Qi stretched his neck, following the principle of not wasting food, swallowed the bitter burnt meat in his mouth, then looked at the pitch-black grilled meat in his hand with lingering fear: "This thing is even worse than shit!"

The Snow Tiger Tribe beastfolk around: "..."

They must have heard some secret! Won't they be silenced?

"Captain, you've actually eaten shit before? What does it taste like?"

Yuan Qi: "..."

This damn kid, so low IQ: "I haven't eaten it, just smelling it tells you it's bad, so you wouldn't think it's worse than shit?"

All the beastfolk: "..."

Everyone left right after finishing their business in the pit; who would, like you, have nothing better to do and still smell it? It's not tasty!

But everyone was smart enough to stay silent, behaving obediently, for who knows what else they might hear if they kept talking.

Haven't you heard that some bad beastfolk, when killing their companions, always say, "You know too much"?

When Wu Yue finished treating the last two half-beast warriors and they came out, her hand had already shaken again like Parkinson's.

Not because she was nervous, but truly because she was exhausted.

Fortunately, those two half-beast warriors were better than the previous ones; otherwise she really wouldn't dare guarantee she could treat both of their wounds within the final thirty minutes.

A feeble voice poked its head out: "The treatment is done; still, let's move them over there."

After saying that, she swayed over to the firepit: "Uncle Yuan Qi, please bring down a pot of hot water."

She raised her somewhat trembling hand and gave a wry smile: "I have no strength left."

The female's trembling hand was seen by the beastfolk, and admiration filled their eyes.

Yuan Qi directly buried the fire under the stove with earth: "No need to bring it down; just wash it like this."

He noticed some fresh blood on Wu Yue's hand: "Will the water not be too hot?"

Wu Yue lightly laughed: "It's fine; just this hot water."

After saying that, she scooped water bit by bit to wash her hands and cheeks.

When she returned to the firepit where the food was placed, there was already a stone platform thickly laid with dry grass.

And the Snow Tiger Clan beastfolk warriors around all looked at her eagerly.

Wu Yue hehe laughed: "Thank you."

The young beastfolk warriors all scratched their heads, smiling sheepishly; Yue is not only skilled at healing, her speech is also so pleasant, truly a well-behaved little female.

Just that her figure is somewhat not great...

The young beastfolk handed over the red fruit in his hand: "Yue, try it; this is a fruit we just went out to gather, a specialty of the Black Wolf Tribe here, very sweet."

Looking at the apple before her, Wu Yue's eyes instantly lit up.

This apple is far nicer looking than the Christmas fruit bought previously to give to friends.

Seeing her like it, the young beastfolk exchanged glances and all hehehed with laughter.

Meanwhile, in a cave of the Black Wolf Tribe, several females were glaring angrily at the scattered red fruits on the ground.

"Who did this? They took all the nice-looking fruits!"